[If somebody would spend the bullets to shoot out their tires, they'd have a reason for it, and it wouldn't be a good one. But Alfie keeps those thoughts to himself - it's nothing Royce wouldn't already know. Still squinting down at the radiator, he shakes his head.]
Yeah. Look, mate, give me half an hour. We'll talk then.
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Yeah. Look, mate, give me half an hour. We'll talk then.