Guido's hands are greedy. They reach for the bills. They prevaricate about turning over the notes. Guido himself is craning his neck, this way and that. Satisfied they are not being watched, he reluctantly hands over his notes - a thick notebook, its cover still crisp and new.
"I think our business is done, eh? You should watch your back. I'll be watching mine." He flashed a grin and made to leave - unless Nardo planned to stop him with further questions.