Chapter 6
Doug Easton poured himself a whiskey and settled into an armchair to watch the Sunday evening news. The newsreader had just finished announcing the headlines when his telephone rang. Doug put down his glass, lowered the volume of the TV, and picked up the telephone.
‘Doug Easton.’
‘Listen carefully, Easton, if you don’t want me going to the media and spilling the beans on your sordid little arrangement with Messina,’ said the caller.
Oh God, not another one, thought Doug. ‘Who is this?’
‘Doesn’t matter who I am, mate. What matters is what I know, and I know you’re in deep shit.’
‘For all I know, you’re full of s**t,’ said Doug.
‘Chance you’re going to have to take, mate. Either you do what I want, or I start talking to people about where their money went and how Messina ma
