He slams down the mobile phone; the table shudders.
He yells: "Taking the piss!"
He mutters: "Sort the car ..sort the route ...stay ...no thanks, never any thanks ..."
He stares at the cowering figures of the bank manager's wife and daughter.
He frowns at his gloved hands: musn't leave traces.
"Maybe I'll sort them too."
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