The manager of the restaurant was a tall grey-haired man in a smart red suit and a brown hat with a wrinkly face and rotting teeth. He had a vengeance in his eyes and a gun pointed at Percy. He spoke with an unpleasant accent, "I've waited for this day for years." The anger and intent dripped from his eyes, their history ran deep.

"So we're in this position again." He prepared the shot tightening his grip on the trigger. One twitch and someone would die. He stood up to stretch his legs moving his focus from Percy to me. "Who's your friend? He looks like an idiot marching in here like he owns the place, news flash, I do." He scanned me from head to toe, "have I seen you before?" He turned to face Mary, "let me see your purse." She always carried a photograph of me for better or worse, I think she kept it even after she ran. He took the photo out and looked at it closer, "Oh it's you." He turned to face Percy again, "I'll give you ten seconds to leave if you don't I'll shoot you." But he stood his ground.

"If you think a gun is going to scare me, well you're right. It does scare me, but before you end my miserable life with a cold lump of metal answer this. Why are you protecting the wife of a police detective?"

"She's my daughter what do you think I was going to do turn her in?" She just gave an awkward smile and said, "This is why I never let you meet my parents." She turned and clicked her fingers then pointed down saying, "Put the gun down, "there are too many people here. They'll hear. I'll do it later." He looked disappointed when he did, but he eventually lowered his gun. He watched as Percy walked to the back corner to poured himself a glass of whisky. He handed me a glass and said, "I don't know any situation that can't be defused by this." He wasn't drinking it, he just approached the manger's desk and placed it on there. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at the manager, "I'll shoot." He was not even holding it properly. The manager stood up at his desk and confidently said, "Do it then." He walked round to the other side of it making his way towards Percy, "Do it then, do it." Before yelling "Do it!" He shot and the manager with hand on heart saying, "I didn't expect that." Before falling face first to the floor. Percy looked panicked and in pain but both Mary and I did not feel anything.

"he's dead isn't he?" He could barely speak, but Mary looked confused, "Haven't you killed anyone before?" He responded though he stuttered, "I don't kill, that's not my job. Why do you think my gun is always empty?" He pulled a small pistol out from his pocket and fired it into the air three times, click, click, click. It was empty.

We had no reason to stay and not enough evidence to bring Mary in right away, so we left the office with me saying, "I'll tell Wilfred you said hi." Out into the sea of eyes staring at anyone and everyone who left the office they quickly noticed Percy was hiding his face but made nothing of it. They preferred to push their way into the entrance way of the manager's office. For the first time in two days, Mary went back to my place and sat in her normal seat near the fireplace, despite the fact that it was not turned on. I joined her offering to turn it on but she said no. To end the silence, "I'm sorry. I know in your own way you meant well, but I just didn't think about the consequences."

"It's ok, we just need a way to stop Percy from telling anyone."

"We could kill him." The words just fell from my mouth without me even thinking about them, but it would work the only one who knew the truth was me, Harry and Percy. I was unlikely to tell anyone, Harry was dead and we were talking about killing Percy. "It might work." The thought grew in her mind, "What do you have in mind?"

"We could do it in his office there would be no witnesses and it's a relatively big place."