From across the room came Tiffany’s upbeat voice. ‘What are ya celebrating?’

Neil winked. ‘Aah nothing much, yer know. But we’ve had a great day’s work, so why don’t yer come and join us?’

Just as Tiffany was about to fold her pinny, Neil’s phone rang. He frowned at the number and found a more private spot away from the bar to take the call.

Both Shamus and Tiffany watched the change in expression on Neil’s face. They waited for him to return.

‘Everything all right, mate?’ asked Shamus.

Neil shook his head and looked at Tiffany. ‘Right, Antonio, lock up and get off home. Tiff, I’m gonna drive you home. Shamus, are yer loaded?’

Shamus nodded and tapped the butt of his gun, which was held secure at the back of his trousers. ‘Aye, that I am.’

‘Er, what’s going on?’ questioned Tiffany, her eyes wide and curious.

Neil smiled. ‘Nothing, sweetheart, for yer to concern yerself with. It’s just safer if I drop yer home.’

‘I can walk, you know. I’m okay.’

Neil shook his head. ‘Nah, babe, I’d feel so much better knowing you’re all right, that I would.’ He brushed her cheek with his hand, making her blush. ‘Look, I’ll tell yer what. You get in the car with us, and I’ll explain everything on the way.’

Tiffany’s eyes sparkled. ‘Well, if you’re sure?’

Neil gave her a wide grin. ‘Yes, I’m sure, darlin’, that I am.’

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY