Page 60 of The Impossible Fortune (Thursday Murder Club Mysteries #5)

You want a job doing properly, you do it yourself.

Danny Lloyd should be fuming. Fuming that the guy he hired at great expense had failed to kill Jason Ritchie, and fuming that he’s sitting in an Economy seat between two losers, on a flight back to Stansted. It was the only remaining ticket on the flight, and time is of the essence now.

It was a mistake to go to Portugal: you can’t be in control of things when you’re not in the same country. Danny is heading to the South Coast. He knows people, people know him, and there’s other business he can be taking care of while he waits for someone to do a proper job on Jason Ritchie.

He clicks his fingers, but somehow the flight attendant fails to notice. No matter, no matter.

It’s funny, isn’t it, how your priorities change?

How the thing that was so important yesterday can take a back seat today.

Yesterday all he could think about was Jason Ritchie.

Kill Jason, kill Suzi, see where the cards fell.

Danny Lloyd is a disrupter. Rules are for losers.

Rules are for the two guys sitting either side of him. Danny doesn’t need them.

He’ll still kill Jason; he’ll have to now. Jason won’t have taken kindly to being shot at, and, while Danny doesn’t fear Jason, you do have to tread carefully in this game.

But something much more exciting has come up. The sort of thing that makes a two-hour Economy flight worthwhile. The geezer next to him moves his leg an inch. Danny turns to him.

‘If your leg touches my leg again, the second we get to Stansted, I’m going to break it.’

Danny turns away and shuts his eyes. He just tried to do a line of coke in the plane toilet, but all the surfaces are sloped.

He hopes he can get some sleep, because he’s looking forward to his dreams.