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After his shift was over Tony bought himself a cheap bottle of vodka and went back to his digs. He poured a decent measure into a chipped and tea stained cup and gulped a mouthful. Before sitting down on his lumpy bed, Tony turned on his small television that seemed to leer at him from the dusty corner of the room. He sat back on his bed, leaning against the wall. It was the news... What Tony needed was some escapism not more harsh reality. The picture quality was not good but his focus was suddenly held fixed. It was all about the robbery. The Bullion job that he came so close to being involved in. Tony's eyes could not be dragged from the flickering picture. He watched in astonishment the scene of the crushed BMW, and heard with disbelief that three bodies, two men and a woman had been recovered from the car and another man was being sought by the police. After hearing what this other man had done to the young policeman, Tony had little doubt who the wanted man was. Tony did not know how to feel, with Costard gone; maybe he could get his life back. But if John Mason was looking for revenge, the outlook for him was just as bleak as ever. Maybe worse, in fact as Tony thought about it, there was no maybe involved; John Mason really was the most dangerous man he had ever met.
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