Tony tossed back his Scotch and they walked out into the cold air. He followed George to his car.

‘Where’s the money?’

George opened the door and motioned for him to get into the car. Tony sat in the passenger seat. The nervousness was back.

‘Show me the passport, please.’

Tony slipped it from his pocket and George glanced at it in the dim glow of the car light.

‘Where’s the temporary one I gave you?’

Tony took that from his pocket. George put both passports into the glove compartment and then turned to face Tony.

‘I’m not paying you a penny.’

‘You what!’

‘I said, I’m not paying you, Tony.’ George grinned. ‘Oh, come on, you never really thought I would, did you? I thought you were a man of the world.’

George chuckled. He was enjoying himself.

Tony’s mind was reeling. He stared into George’s eyes and realised he had been wrong earlier. George like this, with that horrible throaty chuckle and his feverish eyes, did look like a murderer. He looked diabolical.

Tony saw his mouth opening wider and the dark cavern that held his pink tongue seemed to draw him. He saw not only the money for the passport going down the Swanee, but also the blackmail money.

George held all the cards, because he knew Tony was frightened of him.

‘Let’s just say that we had a little misunderstanding regarding the money, shall we, Tony?’

He dropped his gaze and nodded.

George grinned to himself.

‘Good man. Now if you don’t mind, I have an important engagement.’

Tony slipped from the car and watched as George drove away. Then he went back into the pub and ordered himself another large Scotch.

The barman looked at him curiously and Tony took his drink and went back to the corner table.

There was only one avenue left open to him: Patrick Kelly.

It wasn’t just the money now, either. He wanted to see George get his comeuppance.

There was just one cloud on the horizon. How to give the name to Kelly without his own involvement being discovered. If Kelly found out that he had known the murderer of his daughter and had not told him . . . If he found out that he, Tony Jones, had taken the blood test for the man responsible . . . Tony felt faint with fright just thinking about it. How the hell had he got so embroiled?

A little voice in the back of his head said: ‘Because you’re greedy, Tony, that’s why.’

He tossed back the drink and stayed sitting in the bar. There was a way to see Kelly and he would work it out, but it would take a bit of thinking about.

He was going to pay George Markham back a hundredfold and save his own skin at the same time.