Declan walks in and sees Knobby emptying the safe deposit box into a canvas bag. “You really think you’re going to walk out of here with that?”
Knob looks up. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
“I don’t think that’s the right question, mate.”
“It’s not, is it? Well suppose you tell me what the right fucking question is?”
The two men stop and stare at each other, weighing their next move.
“You remember that time at Crowley’s Circus?” Declan reaches in his pocket and lights a cigarette. “Back in the day?”
Knob stands still as a statue, his face expressionless, impossible to read. An interminable silence leads to an almost imperceptible beginning of a grin. “Carswell. That right prick. Thought the threat of the guv’nor would have us pissing ourselves. What a misguided cunt…”