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sleeping on the job, belatedly woke up and made up for lost time by barking fit to raise the dead, before sinking its formidable canine teeth into Fazzo's left ankle. 
    'Put him down Tyson … NOW! There's a good dog,’ ordered Tommy Duff, patting the slavering mutt on the head. ‘Now I suppose you'll need a fucking injection, in case you’ve caught something.' 
    'Thanks da,' whimpered Fazzo, clutching his ankle whilst trying to secure the sympathy vote. 
    'I was talking to the fucking dog, numbnuts,' snarled his father. 
    Fazzo trembled with fear as his father, stamped from the brick shithouse mould and with a deep rumbling growl for a voice, advanced slowly towards him. 'What time do you call this to be coming in? And look at the state your clothes are in. If you dare to bleed on your mother's new cream carpet, I'll fucking kill you. Have you been fighting again, you daft wee bastard?’
    Grabbing his son by the throat and lifting him effortlessly off the floor with one hand, Duff senior continued, 'what did I tell you last week about keeping out of trouble? The last thing this family needs right now is for you to attract attention from the polis, because of your stupidity.' 
    'Sorry da, ah promise it won't happen again. I know I've said that before, like, but this time was different. What happened was, this big guy attacked me when I was walkin’ home, just mindin’ ma ain business, like. So, of course, I had tae defend maself, right? There are some pure mad fuckers out there, you know?'
    'Yeah, tell me about it. And I know who the leader of the pack is. Do you remember what I said I would do to you, Danny, if you got into any more trouble?'
    Fazzo knew from past experience that this conversation was destined to go only one way. He was certain to be on the receiving end of a severe pummelling from his father, unless he could quickly pull a rabbit from the proverbial hat. Desperate times called for desperate measures and he didn't have a rabbit immediately to hand. But what he did have was an almost new iPhone 6. With a flourish, he produced the gleaming white device from his back pocket and shamelessly said, 'I picked up this wee beauty specially for you da. It's one of the latest iPhones, you know. It's the one you were talking about the other day, sayin’ you fancied getting one.' 
    'Let me see that. Nice … very nice indeed. Where did you get it?' 
    'Ah took it off the tube who jumped me. Ah thought that was only fair. It's like compensation for ma injuries and emotional distress.' 
    'So what's it worth?' 
    'Dunno, maybe a hundred quid, for a quick sale. But only if it's no been locked by the owner. Most people have started to do that with these new ones, as soon as they realise they've lost it. It's a right pain in the tits, so it is.' 
    'Okay, so what if it can't be unlocked? What's it worth then? 
    'I'm not sure,' mumbled Fazzo, bracing himself. 
    'Well, I think I do … how about sweet fuck all?' snarled his father in disgust. 
    Fearing the worst, Fazzo whimpered and closed his eyes. But, mercifully, nothing happened. His father held up the iPhone and barked, 'I need to find out a bit more about this thing, before I decide what to do with you. Now fuck off to bed, and I'll speak to you again in the morning.'

Chapter 5
     
    The next morning Tommy Duff sent Tyson, the pit bull, towards his son's bedroom with the command, ‘good boy, go fetch.' Two minutes later the faithful mutt shadowed a bedraggled Fazzo, limping and yawning into the front lounge. 
    'Okay, sit on your arse and pay attention because, while you've been lying in your bed, snoring like a blocked drain, I've been doing some research online about this iPhone you gave me. You were right, they have beefed up the security on these things recently and all the latest models are now being sold with a 'kill switch' already activated. This feature is operational straight out of the box so, if it's lost or stolen, the owner can immediately