‘That bloody Ashley bloke, he’s having an affair with my Sharon. She didn’t come home last night. Just because I was working late and didn’t go home till the early hours, she decided to stay at Ashley’s. She left a bloody sticky note on the fridge. It’s been like this for weeks, all I can hear is his name, and her laughing on the telephone with him. Where’s your gun? I’m going to kill him.’ Jake walked towards Tony’s desk and held his hand out for the gun.

‘No married person having an affair, Jake, leaves a sticky note on the fridge, telling their partner they are staying with someone else,’ said the accountant. He sat back in his chair and adjusted his glasses.

Jake stopped shouting and looked at them both. What the accountant had said seemed to be seeping into his angry brain. ‘So, why is she with him all the time, then?’

‘They do have business to discuss about the men’s club,’ said Tony, trying to appease him. Personally, with everything that was going on, he hadn’t noticed Sharon’s absence.

‘Right, and that takes all night at his house, does it?’ Jake looked at them both with a steely glare. He knew he was right. Ashley was all Sharon had been talking about lately. He was sick of hearing the guy’s name.

‘Have either of you met him?’ The accountant waited for an answer. Tony and Jake looked at each other. Neither of them had bothered to meet him; they had left it all to Mr Mathers and Sharon.

‘No, but I want to meet him, because I’m going to fucking kill him!’ Jake was just about to start shouting again, when the accountant held up his hand to stop him.

‘Go and face the enemy, Jake. Find out what Sharon finds so appealing about this man. My advice is to see him for yourself, before you do anything stupid.’ He frowned. ‘We’re a few days from finishing all the refurbishments, the last thing we need before opening the casino and the club is a murder on our hands.’ The accountant spoke calmly and reasonably.

‘Right, I will then. Are you coming, Tony? Let’s get to the club and see this boy wonder, shall we? We’re his bosses, we can sack him!’ Jake stood with his hands on his hips and waited for Tony.

‘Before either of us goes anywhere, we’re going to shave and put our suits on. We do not go anywhere looking like this. As you say, we’re his bosses, so we go there looking like bosses.’

Jake nodded his head. He was beginning to calm down a little, but when it came to Sharon, he lost all sense of reason. He loved her, she was everything to him, and the thought that some other guy was sniffing around her like a dog on heat fired him up.

After showering and shaving, and putting on their suits, they looked like respectable businessmen. They got into the back of the car and John drove them to the gentlemen’s club. All the while, Tony was telling Jake to keep calm. ‘We know nothing about this guy, Jake; he could be married with ten kids, for all we know. Sharon could have stayed at his house with his wife.’