A few of the bar staff looked at Trigg on the sly, wishing he would calm down because his swearing out loud was bad for business. Everyone in the bar could hear Trigg as he cursed on the phone. ‘Do you think I didn’t know? What the fuck am I supposed to do? No, you tell me? Am I supposed to kill the fucker on his first day back? Well what you ringing for then, to do me fucking nut in with this shit? I’m fucking busy, doing deals ’n’ shit, making the deniro. It will be dealt with, but dealt with when the time is right. In the meantime I don’t need to be notified whenever he is spotted. Yeah later, fuck face!’Standing at the phone behind the bar in the popular pub/club and daytime eating venue ‘Rocco’s‘, Trigg found himself getting more and more agitated. It seemed the more he tried to ignore the subject, the more it grated on him.Trigg was at Rocco’s on business. He had just sorted a deal out with the owner, Paul, that gave Trigg the contract to supply the booze and cigarettes.
