“Now Shiny’s dead, stretched out like a side of meat from
Smithfield, and we’re up to our necks
in the proverbial. Beefy stoppers will be trampling everywhere in their
size 10 hobnails and making a right mess of our patch. How can we run our
business properly with the stoppers poking their long noses in everywhere? You
are an arse.”
The thin red line drawn with surgical precision across
Nero’s throat smarted but
little more. But the small-time thief, scared out of his wits of what might
still be coming, suddenly collapsed as a dead weight in Sowerbutt’s arms. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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