by Terry Morgan
CHAPTER 82
Early morning in Milan and Guido was again pacing around the warehouse, this time in a pair of red socks but with the phone, as always, tucked inside the fold of his chin.
It was a cold and foggy morning in Milan but sweat drops had formed on his brow. He pushed strands of straight, black hair that had fallen over his forehead back into place.
"I am not panicking, Toni. Do not say that. But we need a plan. Mr E is very mad. His angry voice yesterday - oh mio dio - I dreamed about it last night. It is that asshole, that bastard, that faccia di merda. I hate him, Toni. I never liked him. He has a comportomento sospetto. I told Mr E he was a suspicious son of a bitch. But what can we do? Mr E thinks he is hiding somewhere, maybe to tell stories..........yah, what is it?........OK, OK, I am talking about that fucking Dutch bastard Kerkman, Toni. Who the hell else?............Yah, that's him. I trained him on Puff and Slush and he has run away. Yah - run away, gone.......I do not know where."
Guido scuffed his way around the office, kicking at a screwed up scrap of paper that had missed the trash bin.
"My dream of Mr E was a nightmare, Toni. This Kerkman came to the warehouse and he shot me, Toni. Shot me with a gun. But it is impossible. No-one knows about us, Toni. It is Mr E who is nervous. But Mr E needs a plan to find him .........yah, yah, find Kerkman, not Eischmann.......I am not nervous, Toni. But what can we do?"
Guido was starting to panic.