Mac put three shot glasses in front of us, poured a Talisker bottle over them. He didn’t make a toast.
Hod was the first to speak, said, ‘Gus, I’ve been thinking…’
‘Oh yeah.’
‘If you write this up, you could make some serious cash.’
‘And?’
‘It could be your salvation.’
I felt my heart sink. ‘That’s what you’ve been thinking, is it?’
‘I have, yeah.’
I stood up, shoved in my stool, beckoned the dog. I could see Debs patting Katrina’s back as she sobbed. ‘Know what I’ve been thinking?’
‘What?’
‘I’ve other plans.’
Hod spun as I walked for the snug. ‘You’re not serious…’
‘ Deadly.’
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