The next day we visited Goosey in the hospital. It’ll be wigs from here on out, lads, he told us, that’s what they’re saying, and secretly I thought at last we can have some coherence in this band but then I felt bad, his head was mangled, he looked like a skinned beetroot. We’ve located Mad Mary, I told him, we’re meeting them down the glen for vengeance and for a handover. Don’t do it, he said, don’t get involved. Let’s just call the police, we did nothing wrong. You’re forgetting something, I said. I may have killed someone. None of us have any idea if the guy I stabbed is dead or alive.