Chapter Ninety

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Monday August 22

I'm up here with this damn fucking headache and those bastards send a chopper to haunt me? They think that will change what I have to do?

And that little bitch down there thinking she can sweet talk me! She's got another thing coming.

Now Lola is crying behind me again. Jesus I knew we shouldn't have brought her.

'SHUT UP!'

'LOLA FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.'

'You really wanna' know why you have to end up like all the others that made Vincent worry and carry on? You really need me to tell you why he needs you gone? He thinks he needs his fucking mother! He's twenty four years old and the little pissant still thinks he needs his mummy!'

'AAhhhhhhh, fuck MY HEAD! That chopper is doing my head in – what are they gonna do – land the fucker on me?'

I didn't want them to know I've got my Glock but fuck it, I've got to get rid of that God damned noise. I can see the pilot now, thinking he's all over me. Well cop this you bastard!

BANG!

And away she goes.

'Now Lola, it's your turn sweetheart.'

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