Handing Sowerbutt her empty glass, Rosetta smiled: “Your woman is jealous of us working together? I am
attractive, no?” Sowerbutt lit a corona and
chuckled: “We have work to do, Rosetta, a Ghost to catch. No time for
pleasure. Besides my woman, as you call
her, would hang, draw and quarter me - slowly - if she thought I was playing away from home.”
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