“I’ll send a message to
Dipper to see what stock he has to hand,” Sowerbutt said wearily, his face
covered in white dust and streaks of grime. “You won’t be telling much time
with that.”
Spaghetti looked down at the
Omega watch that his Mamma had given him some years earlier. The glass was
shattered and the hands stuck forever at 8:35, a few minutes after the second
wave of bombs started falling. The two men had kicked in the front door of one
of the Family’s houses, just off East India Dock Road, seconds after an
incendiary bomb had landed in the street outside and exploded into flames.
Spaghetti hit his wrist against the brickwork as he pulled some of the
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