Someone had shot his best mate and taken away the comfort blanket of having his own gunman. Zara sat next to him on the bed. They’d been in the emergency safe house for almost a day, and the nerves were only getting worse. He was shaking. It was hardly his first experience of death, but him and Elliott and Nasty had been together for so long, it was like losing a limb this time. ‘We should get out now,’ he said. ‘This place is gonna kill us if we don’t get out.’ ‘Calm down,’ Zara told him, and put an arm around him. That was mostly to stop him going for the little stash he had in the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe. She wanted him to keep a cool head for what she was going to suggest next. ‘Listen to me, Dyne, you can still finish this. We have half the money, but we can get the other half. We get back down south and we build something fantastic down there. Listen to me, babe; we’re this close, this close.’ She was holding his face in her hands at that point.
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