“You know the rules, son. I’m always ready to talk business with anyone. But
no-one comes onto the Family’s patch without
permission. If you are too young to know that, you shouldn’t be out alone on the street.”
Sowerbutt nodded to Nero and Tipper. In seconds, the youngsters’ cheap black shoes were off and tossed out onto the
road, one landing in a pile left behind by the horse-drawn cart delivering bags
of flour to the bakery. Next came the suit trousers and the baggy underpants.
Without a second glance, the young street-sellers were racing westwards along East India
Dock Road, suddenly swerving down a side street to avoid Poplar Police Station
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