In low gear the car moves slowly along, as I wind down the window about six inches, with Delroy walking briskly alongside, his face now half-pushed through its open gape, and his stinky breath fear reflected in his sick-faced mooey.
'You set me up, you Judas Pig c.u.n.t?' I spit angrily at him.
'No... I... I... It was Danny. He said if I didn't, he'd kill me.'
'And what do you think he's going to do to you now, when you walk back to him empty-handed?' And with that I put toe to metal and pull smartly away, leaving Delroy two inches tall in my rear-view mirror.