The figure at whom these words were directed had now disappeared around a corner further up the road on the left, and Mister P sunk back into his previous position of repose as if nothing of note had happened. Billy made no reaction to the words at all, save to study the steering wheel for a few seconds. Then with a shrug he turned the ignition key and the engine burst into life. Lee swallowed hard, his mouth bone dry.
Billy glanced across, managing a smile that looked only slightly forced. “So, there you go,” he grinned. “Simple. Job done. Fancy a beer?”
**
Nick sat at the bar nursing a pint of lager, and reflected that the Duke of Abercrombie pub was a dark and gloomy place to meet on a Monday night. It was ten past seven and Kay was late. He had originally suggested the Railway Taver
