Sowerbutt's Escape

The crack of the gunshot filled the small bedroom, followed by a deathly silence; Sowerbutt watching aghast as a small black hole with blood welling out appeared in the forehead of the man bound in the chair.  Almost simultaneously, a loud scream came from the back bedroom.

In the flash of the gunshot, Sowerbutt saw a long sausage of a man, wearing a tweed cap, propped up against the bedroom wall, a wisp of smoke rising from his Smith and Wesson. Spinning around, he signalled Tipper to flee. In the helter-skelter across the landing and down the narrow stairs, Sowerbutt glimpsed a stunning woman in her nightdress, standing open-mouthed and pale in the doorway of the back bedroom.
The two men were out of the rear window of the terrace and across the garden wall into the adjacent clothing factory site within seconds.
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