WEBB
‘I ain’t interested, mate,’ Webb says, even though he knows it’s a mistake to piss Crawford off. Crawford throws the car around the corner.
‘Don’t remember sayin’ you had a choice.’
‘I don’t do stuff like that anymore. I told you, I ain’t getting involved.’
‘You’re f*****g useless, Webb,’ Crawford yells at him, flicking his cigarette butt through the half-open window. ‘It’s safe as houses, this is. You ain’t going to get no grief, and you ain’t giving me no grief either.’
‘You said that last time. Look what happened then.’
‘Wasn’t my fault. That was Kenny. Nothing to do with me.’
‘Kenny was stitched-up. It was everything to do with you I heard.’
‘Then you heard wrong.’
Crawford cranks up the volume of the stereo to drown out Webb’s noise. It also drowns out the sound of the c
