Spaghetti sipped his whiskey:
“This
robbery is like the bullion the South London gang knocked off at the aerodrome a
few years ago, not long before you went on holiday. Stoppers didn’t have a
clue.”
“That’s right, Spaghetti, I
remember that. Croydon has never been too hot on security, has it?” Sowerbutt said.“I think it was ’35, guv. The stoppers fitted up one bloke and he went down, still inside. I heard the gold found its way across the Channel, couple of the lads involved are living safe and sound in Portugal and another is risking it with a hotel on the beachfront at Brighton. Probably full of hungry army squaddies now.”
Sowerbutt grinned. “They just strolled in too if I recall. Let’s hope it stays as quiet for us."
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