‘I also need you to know that you’re going to be well looked after whatever happens,’ he said. ‘I’m going to transfer a large sum of cash into your offshore account first thing in the morning. If the firm survives then you can stick around if you want to. If it doesn’t you’ll have the option to fuck off abroad and enjoy an early retirement.’

Danny’s frown deepened and he tilted his head to one side.

‘Sounds to me like you’ve given a lot of thought to this, boss,’ he said.

Slack nodded. ‘It’s been rolling around inside my head for weeks. Now I can’t wait to get on with it.’

Danny grinned, showing off his two gold teeth.

‘Well, it sure is an insane idea,’ he said. ‘But for what it’s worth I reckon the fuckers have it coming. Most of ’em are more crooked than we are.’

Slack knew he could depend on Danny not to fill his nappy at the thought of what was going to happen. They didn’t call him The Rottweiler for nothing. He was a man of violence, a crazy fuck, who had maimed and killed more men than he could probably remember.

He was also fiercely loyal and had carried out heinous crimes on Slack’s behalf without a second’s thought. He was completely devoid of empathy and compassion.

For that reason Slack had absolutely no doubt that he would be able to count on him in the days and weeks ahead.

‘So come on, boss,’ Danny said. ‘There’s no way you’d be set on doing this just to hang on to what you’ve got. There has to be something else, something that you’ve been keeping close to your chest.’

So Slack told him, and for the first time since they’d met, Danny Carver was lost for words.

‘So now you know everything,’ Roy Slack said. ‘And that’s a privilege I won’t grant to anyone else. The rest of the guys will be fed information as and when I deem it to be necessary.’

Danny was slow to respond and Slack could tell that he wasn’t sure how. What he’d just been told had come as quite a shock, and he was shrewd enough to know that his world was about to be tilted on its axis.

‘I’m determined to see this through for the reasons I’ve just given,’ Slack said. ‘So don’t bother trying to talk me out of it. My mind’s made up, and since I’m still head of this outfit I’ll expect you to support me.’

Danny drained the whisky from his glass and found his voice.