Sowerbutt pushed open the door of
the shabby rented room in the large Georgian house not far off East India Dock
Road in Poplar. Shiny,
the veteran of countless rowdy Blackshirt meetings during the 1930s, lay
sprawled on his back across the cheap patterned carpet, the congealing red
stripes across his once white shirt were clear evidence of a savage knife
attack. Sowerbutt did not claim to be any sort of super sleuth, but even the
local stoppers would quickly work out that Shiny had opened the door of his
small bed-sit and then suddenly and brutally paid the fatal price. The loyal
member of the Family, who had always had a good word for everybody he met, had
not been given a chance. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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