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‘I preferred not to. Sometimes the bag is as good as sending a telegram to people you want to
            avoid. I need a Smith and Wesson 44 Magnum with JSP ammo and a shoulder holster.


            ‘Are you shooting deer?’

            ‘No. Bear if I get lucky.’


            ‘Well, no Bear will survive this.  Is this to go on account?’

            ‘No. I have cash.’

            ‘That’s awkward; you will need a receipt?’


            ‘No. No receipt.’

            ‘He must be a very important Bear. Wait here.’

            The old man shuffled off, I heard a door open, and footsteps descend to the basement. After a few
            minutes, he reappeared accompanied by Gregor carrying a Smith and Wesson along with bullets
            and a leather shoulder holster.


            ‘I am sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived but I had to dump the Black and White.’

            ‘You are not one of New York’s finest then?’

            ‘No.’ Gregor laughed. ‘We acquired it some time ago and keep it in a lock up. We thought that

            would be the best way to pick you up in the tunnel.’

            ‘Gregor will take you anywhere you wish to go.’  Victor hugged me and we both knew it would be
            the last time we would see each other. ‘Gregor is well trained, Mcluskey sent him for training  in
            Scotland. If you ever need help, he will come. We both owe you so much, Bryant.’


            ‘That’s very good of you. Could you take me back to JFK, Gregor?’

             I took the gun, loaded it, placed it into my holdall together with the holster and passed Victor an
            envelope of money. He didn’t count it and placed it straight into a drawer of the table.

            ‘Come.’ Gregor ordered. ‘But would you mind keeping out of site until we are clear of the Bay?’


             He led me through the integral door to the garage and we set off in his Jeep Cherokee towards JFK.

            At JFK I made my way through the departure concourse to a cubicle in the Gent’s Toilets where I
            put on the shoulder holster and S&W Magnum. I took a brown folder from the holdall and
            deposited the holdall in a left luggage locker. I exited via the arrivals hall, got in the second cab and
            asked for Penn Station.


             The cab took fifty minutes to reach Manhattan and from Penn Station I walked the mile to East
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            37 . Street. Mick Hagley had chosen well. If you want or need to live in New York City this was as
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