Then Smiffy comes back. Maybe his shift is over, who knows? And he ain't telling.

He stands right behind me, making me even more nervous. I mean, what the fuck is he planning to do?

I feel his hand on me neck, another on me shoulder.

"Sooo, had a think have you? Ready to start talking are you?" he murmurs, all quiet like.

I say nothing. If I tell him where the stuff is I'm off to jail, and if I say anything smart he could lose his rag and I'd end up a bloody heap on the floor. Best just to sit tight and say nothing.

"Not so cocky now, are you Johnny?" The hands tighten slightly. The feel of them on me flesh makes me swallow nervously. He feels that.

"Plenty of time, Johnny, plenty of time. You are not going anywhere, anytime soon." The hands tighten again and I feel myself sweating. I have the urge to wriggle free, but that would only make things worse. I just have to try and wait it out.

No chance.