This seemed to satisfy him. Plus the soggy fifty-dollar tip I fished out of my shorts. He brought the speedboat up close to shore and I jumped off. The other boat was floating empty on a short anchor just a few yards away, but as I waded ashore the pilot, the harness man and the bleach-blond beach bum came hurrying panic-stricken down the sand towards me. 'Are you okay? Are you all right?' 'He pulled a gun on us! He made us cut the line!' 'You're going to sue us, aren't you!' 'You signed a disclaimer, you can't touch us!' 'Word gets out, we're ruined!' 'We haven't phoned the cops!' 'We thought you'd like to negotiate!' But I couldn't afford to get caught up with them now. I had to stop Davie. I pushed through them. I said, 'My lawyer will be in touch! My lawyer will be in touch!' and started to run down the sand towards the Don. I glanced back once and saw that the BBBB and his colleagues were now gathered around the wooden beach hut. They appeared to be arguing amongst themselves about their options.
What do You think about Driving Big Davie (Dan Starkey)?
