"Nah, three decades on they'll find out and Rob'll kick us out of the group." Was that supposed to be funny? Much didn't follow this one up with finger guns since he was pretty sure it wasn't.
He poked the corner of a rug on the floor with his foot. "They need to know they don't have to watch their backs for a while," he said. "Give Marian time to start her bunker. D'you know he followed her, out of town? She said she thought it was purely chance she ran into him, but..." He rolled up the corner of the rug, let it fall flat again. "Bet my left arse cheek she actually believes it. I don't believe it. The fucker's gone. They others should know."