Bending down, Sowerbutt slammed his fist into Garcia’s face, the force of the blow breaking the Spaniard’s panic-stricken hold. The semi-conscious man disappeared from sight through the door, the body slamming twice against the outside of the carriage as it fell. A loud scream quickly faded away as the train sped closer to the town of Newport. “Nothing personal,” said Sowerbutt quietly. Stretching out to heave the banging carriage door closed, he could see Garcia’s body was just a smudge on the side of the track, already many yards behind. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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