You go to see him and then you come and see me. What is this? A fucking set-up?” “Don't be ridiculous.” Duggan leaned over and patted Solomon's chest, than ran his hand down his shirt to his stomach. “I'm not wearing a wire,” said Solomon. Duggan didn't say anything as he ran his hand around Solomon's back and up between his shoulders. “Colin, for God's sake .. .” Duggan removed his hand. “Why don't you just sod off back to Bosnia?” he asked. “Not until I've found the girl.” “Well, keep the hell away from me. Haven't you screwed me over enough as it is? How's it going to look if you're seen with Montanaro, then spotted talking to me?” “No one's following me. No one even knows I'm in town.” Solomon sipped his lager. He gestured at Duggan's now-empty glass.
