Okay, it hadn’t worked entirely according to the plan Usman had spent the best part of a year visualizing, but when do jobs like that ever? There might be a little bit of cleaning up as well, hiding stuff, dodging consequences, but that was okay. They could ditch the guns easily, that was nothing. No, Usman was convinced that it had been a success.He parked the car outside the flat in Mosspark where they’d met to discuss the job, certain that nobody had followed them. They hadn’t said a word to each other on the drive back.‘We sticking to the plan then?’ he asked Martin. ‘Count the money now, split it, go our separate ways for a while?’Martin looked at the ceiling of the car, stretching his neck in the process. He didn’t know, was the answer. He couldn’t work out, on the spot, whether they should rethink the plan in relation to the danger they were now in. You could have called it a good plan if the job had gone well. There was plenty flesh on the bone: good preparation, well-equipped and armed with all necessary knowledge.
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