Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- BOOK TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
Georgio laughed again, harder this time.
‘If he can come through six bullet wounds, having his kidney removed ain’t gonna trash him. In fact it wouldn’t surprise me if he has it grilled with a bit of liver and eats it with a nice Chianti. He’s capable of it.’
Chopper got up and climbed back on to his bunk.
‘We’ll see.’
‘See what?’
Chopper settled his bulk and answered nonchalantly, ‘We’ll see how it goes. But I warn you now, if he’s out of the ballgame I am in, and I’m expecting you to back me up, Brunos. It’s about time you pulled your weight in this nick. It’s getting boring watching you sit on the fence. Before you know it you’ll fall off, and then where will you be?’
Georgio didn’t bother answering.
He lay awake wondering how Alan and Donna were getting on in Scotland. If Lewis came back he could handle it; he hadn’t done anything detrimental. All he wanted was to keep his head down and sit it out until such time as he could make his move. And the sooner that was the better.
The Wing was deathly quiet, the usual night sounds muted. Georgio knew that all minds were on Lewis, and what was happening to him.
Please God let him die, he prayed.
He wondered for the umpteenth time why he had not let Timmy finish what he’d started. He should have left Timmy to cut the bastard’s throat. It was the chat with Sadie that had done it. They were friends now, and in a place like this, friends were your all.
He had just found that out.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Four
The day dawned wet and Donna shivered in the car as they drove towards Glasgow. Yawning widely, she settled back in her seat.
‘I know this is an early shoot, Donna, especially after last night, but we have so much to do this weekend. Important things.’
She watched the scenery gradually change from green fields to grey concrete and nodded.
‘Jamesie seemed such a nice person, not the type to be involved in arms deals or robberies . . . Oh, you know what I mean.’
Alan slowed the car to allow some children to cross the road. ‘I understand what you’re saying but you must remember, hardly anyone is what you think they are. Even the average housewife has something she wants to hide.’
Donna laughed nastily. ‘The average housewife? Now I’ve heard everything. God, you’re a bloody chauvinist! What, may I ask, is an average housewife? You sound as though you’re an expert on the subject.’
Alan felt his temper rising. Donna was getting more and more touchy by the hour. Swinging the car round a bend, he answered her in a loud voice.