Bill wasted little time taking the cuffs off. Well, he definitely called his bluff but come on, he stood a better chance. He was tall, thin and rich. Probably never had a fight in his poncy little life. "Come on, mate. 'Ave at it then."

He raised his fists and partially circled Barty, eyes on the front of the garage and then the door to the house. Probably the door to the house he wanted, then he could leave by the front door. He doubted the garage would open for him. "What? You scared to fight me. Pussy." He moved closer and spat at Barty, smirking a little before he surged forward and decked the bloody bastard in the face.