‘Sharon, what’s wrong, are you okay?’ Jake rubbed his head and blinked, trying to get his eyes to stay open.

‘It’s not me, Jake, I’m fine, but you have to come back now, the pair of you. You said you were only going to start an argument and a couple of fights, but it’s been mayhem. There was an acid attack, they tried to throw it in someone’s face, but they missed and hit his arm and back. Come home now.’

Jake looked up and saw Tony emerging from his bedroom, and he told Sharon they would catch the first flight back to England. Tony could see Jake was serious and he sobered up quickly.

‘We’re going home today, Tony. I’ll fill you in as we pack. It doesn’t sound good, though. It seems plan B has gone wrong.’ Jake filled Tony in on all the details he knew. He could see Tony was fuming and when Tony picked up the telephone and rang Angus, his temper flew down the line.

Poor Angus wasn’t able to get a word in; Tony was shouting and screaming at him. While Jake was on the telephone booking a flight back, Rosanna helped them pack their things.

‘Stop pacing, Tony. Well, for now, anyway. Let’s go and say goodbye to Miriam. Let us leave on a high note. The rest we can sort out in a few hours. Go, Tony, and thank her for letting us both have the run of her house. I’ll come along in a few minutes.’ Jake was giving Tony time alone with his grandma to say goodbye.

Tony hugged and kissed Miriam and painted on a charming smile, although inside he was seething. Jake followed behind and hugged her. Once all the farewells were over, they set off for the airport. Tony couldn’t get home quick enough.

‘What the bloody hell has happened, Jake? How does someone get told to start a fight and instead launch an acid attack? Who would do that?’ Tony already knew the answer to that: it had been Luke, the very man Angus had suggested using. He should have trusted his own instincts and put a stop to it.

‘Tony, ease up. How the hell would Angus have known that this idiot would do something like that? Let’s just get back and find out what happened properly.’ Jake knew this was futile; Tony was angry and he wasn’t going to stop going on about it, until they got home.

John was waiting for them at the airport when they arrived. He drove them straight to the club, where Sharon began to fill them in on the details of the attack over a drink.

‘Where do I start?’ Sharon took a big deep breath. ‘It seems all was going to plan – a few dealers were hanging around but, as instructed, there was nothing heavy. To be fair, Angus had it all under control. It was mayhem, but controlled mayhem. Then this Luke guy went into one of the pubs and punched one of the strippers. Can you believe that? Obviously, a fight broke out when a few of the guys there stepped in to help her out.’