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"Where did you get this 'information'?"

"That's ma business."

"Did you pay for it? Is someone on a percentage?"

"Naw. Aye. The second wan."

"Never done anything like this before, have you?"

Jyzer moaned again, eyes closed against the pain..

Tommy shook his head. He was starting to look scared, like he needed his Mammy to take him home.

"Somebody put you up to it? Somebody force you?"

"Naw," he said defensively. "We were offered this. Hand-picked. He gied us the information, an' we'd tae gie him forty percent o' the cally efterwards."

"You been inside before? Recently"

"Aye. Oot six weeks. Baith ay us."

"And I take it you weren't inside for armed robbery."

He shook his head again.

Parlabane nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his compact little mobile phone.

"Whit ye daein'? Put that doon."

"Just let me call the cops outside, okay? Save us shoutin' through the wall the whole time."

"Aye awright."

He dialled the number for Gayfield Square, explained the situation and asked to be patched through to the main man on-site.

"Are you sure you're all right, sir?" the cop in charge asked. "What's your name? Do you need us to get a message to someone?"

"I'm fine. My name's Jack Parlabane. Yes, that Jack Parlabane, and spare me the might-have-knowns. I didn't try to get myself into this, it just happened.
Now, Tommy here's not quite ready to end this, I don't think. But I was wondering whether you might want to scale down the ARU involvement out there. I've
got a feeling you'll be needing them elsewhere fairly imminently."

"Too late," the cop informed him. "Somebody hit the Royal Bank at the west end of George St about fifteen minutes ago while we were scratching our arses
back here. By the time any of our lot got there it was all in the past tense. We've been had."

"You're not the only ones."

"What was that?" Tommy asked.