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barbecue spare ribs, prawn cracker, boiled rice, fried rice, special fried rice and chips and gravy ...'
    I stood up. Gail got up with me. My first thought was, shit, Moosey isn't here yet. I took a deck up the street; there was no sign of movement.
    'Look, that's our order, hon,' I said.
    Gail failed to enthuse.
    I walked for the counter, made a show of taking in the fridge-cabinet behind the bloke. 'What you got there in bottles?'
    He turned, waved a hand. Could hardly blame him for being a bit of a cock; his job, I'd last five minutes before I'd be lamping some cunt with a two-litre bottle of Diet Pepsi.
    'Okay, how about an Irn-Bru ...'
    He turned, opened the fridge up and reached in for the Irn-Bru.
    'Eh, no ... diet please, squire.'
    He looked like I was taking the piss. Diet, with that order? He swapped the bottle. I watched him tot the lot up and then he said, 'Is £27.55.'
    I pinched my lips, whistled out. 'Pricey order.'
    He didn't bat an eye.
    I started to count out the cash and then there was a knock on the window; I spun to see Moosey smiling at me. He pointed over to a blue Ford Focus sitting in the bus lane.
    'Fucking nice one, Moose!' I muttered.
    I turned away from the counter, was nearly at the door when I realised I'd left the food and hadn't paid; went back: 'Sorry, mate.' I dropped a twenty and a ten-spot. 'Here, keep the change.'
    Gail was at my side as we ran for the car.
    The guy in the Chinese stared out the window as I got in the driver's door and pushed back the seat. As I chucked a U-turn in the road I saw Moosey heading towards the bus stop. I made a point of not acknowledging him. He'd done me a good turn.
    As I glanced at Gail her head was pinned against the back of the seat like she was waiting for take-off in a F-16. She seemed to be thawing, but I hated to break it to her, we weren't in the clear yet.
    The window on the driver's door of the motor was out; Moosey had likely shattered it with a spark-plug, part of the kit he carried. Though as I looked inside I saw he hadn't needed his steel rule – the ignition had been started with a screwdriver. Fucking car was a biscuit tin. I upped the revs and started to fly through the gears on the way to Gorgie.
    'So, you want to go home?' I said to Gail.
    There was a pause, some lip-biting before she spoke. 'I could do with a drink.'
    'State you're in, I'd be steering clear.'
    I took a hairpin right, rolled the box into a tight side street to avoid the heavy traffic on the main road. Gail was winding down the window, trying to catch some air. 'What do you mean by that?'
    'You're hyper ... probably tipped a bucket of adrenalin into your blood. You take one sip, you'll be pished out your face!'
    She looked at me, sneered. 'What's wrong with that?'
    'After the day you've had ... I'd sooner you went home and had an early night.'
    She turned to face me, got riled: 'Don't you trust me or something?'
    Was that a real question, I mean after the way she'd performed in the fat Jambo's place? No never. That was a conversation for another day.
    We'd cleared the scene, couldn't even hear the sirens anymore. I was beginning to feel we'd been lucky. Relieved almost. But we'd caused a lot of damage, some proper fucking carnage. Plod was going to be scoping for us, for sure and certain.
    'Gail, hear me, go home. Settle down for a few days, keep a low profile.'
    'I'm not fucking stupid, y'know.'
    That was one for debate too. 'Then do as I tell you, right?'
    She folded her arms, huffed.
    Something told me this girl had more grief in store for me.

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    Jasper was a good lad, type that would always sooner do you a good turn than a bad turn. We'd shared a cell in Kilmarnock a few years back. He'd been lumped in with me after the bloke he was sharing with had been tea-bagged in the yard; they'd left this boy with more perforations than PG Tips, but Jasper knew nothing about it. He'd been under suspicion because the screws found a chiv in his cell but it turned out to