Crucial laughed away and I could see The Little and Large Show twinkling in the rear-view mirror.
‘I reckon five hundred apiece for me and Giuseppe, and two mill each for you and Mercy Flight. How’s that sound?’
We drove along the palm-shaded Riva Albertolli. Everything felt all right. It felt complete, sorted out.
But there was still a question Sam wanted an answer to as much as I did. ‘Come on, then, what’s in that envelope?’
I pulled out several sheets of paper. I had a quick leaf through and almost fell into the footwell.
The first three were speeding tickets from the London cameras.
The fourth was a fine for not paying the congestion charge.
And the rest were parking tickets I’d been getting every day for the fucking moped at Lugano station.
I threw them on to the seat next to the cheese and Branston and started to laugh.