‘I’ve got the money, don’t worry about that. It’s safe, and it will only stay safe while I’m alive and kicking. I had to have some insurance and hiding the money was it. I wouldn’t tuck you up, Donald, and I’m deeply offended that you think I would.’

Lewis grinned. ‘Deeply offended, are we? I’ll rip your fucking heart out, Brunos, if you don’t tell me where my dosh is stashed.’

Georgio smiled. ‘It’s in a place so safe, the Old Bill would need a message from St Bernadette before they’d believe it was even there.’

Lewis laughed then, excited. ‘Where is it, Georgio?’

He put out his hands in a gesture of supplication.

‘You know I can’t tell you that, Donald. The minute I open me mouth I’m as good as dead. Only one person knows where that money’s hidden, and that’s me. Until I get me appeal, and I’m outside, you will never know where it is. But I take an oath, I would not tuck you up. Not in a month of Sundays. Your half is safe, as safe as the proverbial houses. While I’m safe, the dough is safe.’

Lewis smashed his fist on the table, making the plate and cutlery clatter on the wooden surface.

‘Fucking safe? Safe? What do you think this is - kindergarten? Cross me heart and hope to die? You have access to my dough, and I fucking want it. I set that robbery up. I set it up, you hear me! All you had to do was provide the cars and the guns, nothing else, not a fucking brass razoo. Just the guns and the cars. But you took it on yourself to fucking stick your big Greek conk into things that don’t concern you. Now I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but Wilson will be found hanging in his cell at Camp Hill this morning. In fact, they should have found him in the last hour or so. Unless you want the same fate, or worse, you had better start talking to me.’

Georgio didn’t flinch, didn’t move. He took out his cigarettes and lit one slowly, aware of the man in front of him breathing in quick, sharp bursts. Lewis’s temper was phenomenal.