The Grey Man

about that. And it didn't matter that nobody knew what he had done. What mattered was that he knew, and he was proud of himself. Never again would he let women like Debs take the piss out of him or his wife. Never again would he be pushed around by the Symingtons and Jessica Drakes of this world. The grey man had gone.

Kevin drank the last of his champagne. 'You know what, Linda?' She looked up from her Augusta and smiled.

'Change of plan. I'm not going back to the bank tomorrow night. You keep the real one. You deserve it.'

THE END