'Here take this,' he said handing me the phone.
'OK.'
'What's the reception like?' he asked.
'OK at the moment,' I told him, it could be quite patchy out this way but at the moment I had five bars showing.
'Dial when I say so,' said Butcher, watching as Billy's car disappeared round a tight bend ahead and headed out into the open countryside along a lengthy straight.
Butcher pulled over again, this time into a field entrance as Billy's car pulled away into the distance. There were no other cars parked around that I could see so I guessed Butcher wasn't going to play the same car changing trick as Dazza had pulled.
'Aren't you going to follow him?'
'No need. I know exactly where he's going. Dial the number.'
I pressed the call key.
From about a mile in front of us I suddenly saw a ball of orange black flame billowing into the sky, followed a second or so later by a boom that seemed to echo across the rolling open fields from where a pillar of black smoke started to form.