“Madame Komarovski and Sal
were there. One of the lads threw a bucket of cold water over the rapist and I put a
bullet through his head before he was tossed in. The word has been passed
on.” Sowerbutt’s eyes widened; his lady was something else. Polly smiled sweetly. “Did I
do something wrong, Jimmy?” Before Sowerbutt had a chance
to answer, Polly snapped: “I will not have my ladies harmed. You
cross the line, you pay the price.”
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