‘Quit fooling around.’ Tommy said.
I shrugged, playing it cool, facing down his gun.
‘Where’d you leave the drugs?’ He snarled.
I took a mouthful of the tea and winced.
‘I take sugar you know. Improves on the taste.’
He glanced at the pantry, and keeping his eyes on me, pulled open the door.
Tobe smacked him round the head with a skillet, and handed me the box of cubes.
Tommy never was observant. Two mugs not one.