The banging was regular, the
noise coming from upstairs. McGaskie got up to see a half-conscious Cocker
being dragged down the stairs by two of his ex-dockers. “Found this one upstairs,
boss. One of Sorbay’s boys, duty bouncer I’d say. We jumped him,” said the
burly man. “Nobody else around.” “Splendid, lads,” McGaskie giggled and danced around the battered and bruised body.
“The second Sorbay boy we’ve captured. Our very own PoW.” He pulled out a long knife
and tapped it on a bar table. “Shall we slice him, lads? Have a bit of fun?
Watch him squeal.”
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