Twenty-One: Part Twelve
“I got scared!” I moan after repeating and confirming what’s just happened four times to Florrie.
“You got scared?”
“I got scared and I panicked, yes.”
“You got scared because Alfie fucking Solomons, notorious gangster of Camden Town, shouted at someone who works for him?” she’s sat opposite me at my desk hands clasped around a teacup. “What did you expect he’d do, give the lad a biscuit, pat him on the head and tell him everything’s alright? That’s not how it works!”