Sowerbutt bent down and
squinted through the keyhole of the bedroom door. He could see a table,
partly bathed in moonlight and the edge of a chair. He looked again and thought
he could see the side of an arm against the chair. And some darker lines on the
arm and the chair? Shadows? From bars on
the window? Ropes, that’s what the lines were. Ropes.
He
drew the Nagant revolver from his shoulder holster, signalling Tipper to do the
same. He insisted on bringing the Russian guns, saying it would confuse the
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