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“Yeah, yeah, I knows a fair bit about ‘em, not much I don’t freakin' know 'bout alarms, locks ‘n fuses.”
“Right! I know lotsa folks find it hard keepin’ you out. It should be a cinch, this job, just gotta make it look like an accident. Don’t want no mud stickin’ to me old man.”
“So it’s for him is it? We gettin’ paid plenny?”
“Plenty, Raze, but it’s sorter for ... for the family honour.” “Geez, sounds jes like a fillum I once saw - ‘The Godfather’
wasn’ it?”
“Don’t joke about my family, you turd, or I’ll squash you like
an ant. We’re ... like ... respected!”
“Well then, when d’ya wan’ it done?”
“Sat’day mate. Meet-ya at Sly’s house in the afternoon,
'n' don’t forget yer tools this time, or yer gone, man!”
When the conversation ended, Mobo turned to Saffron
and spoke to her in his own bell-like voice. ‘Ronnie - do you know these people?’
‘No I don’t, but neither of them sound very old. I wonder if that one called Bomber is the Mayor's son? Chuckie says he’s the school bully - just a weedy, little, sharp-faced, pimply kid, but he’s got a gang of big thugs who do whatever he wants them to.’