The security guard shrugged. “Who knows? That Deccie fella’s gas. He’s always winding people up. The MMA fighter, whatshisname – Martin Regan. The guy threatened to knock him out. Be great if he turned up. I’ve always wanted to see him hit somebody. I hear it’s spectacular up close. They say the noise of it is incredible.” “You do realise,” Brigit began, “in that situation it would be your job to stop him from doing that?”
