explained Vincent, staring out the window from the backseat of his car. “I’m not saying he didn’t do the things he was accused of, I know he did. He used to call me and tell me about it. I’m actually starting to miss those late night phone-calls.” Sat next to him was Stacey, who had spent the last fortnight in complete silence in a single room within Vincent’s large family home. His Portuguese house-keeper, Monica, who quite probably ended up working for Vincent after an ordeal similar to Stacey’s, had taken care of her during that time, but like everybody else, she had so far failed to have any meaningful dialogue with her new guest. “Are you even listening?” Asked Vincent. “I have ways of making people listen, as you know, so God help you if you’re not listening to me right now. I thought that maybe after bringing you into my home you might have been more grateful, but it seems I was wrong.” “I heard you,” she replied, venomously. “Oh, it talks! Tony did you hear that?
