The
pasty-faced man lit a Player’s from his pocket
and blew smoke in Cahill’s direction. “Please yourself, Tommy boy, you do what
you think you must. You know the Army Council will send the Linen Lads across
if one of their couriers goes missing. They’ve dealt with more traitors than
you’ve had hot dinners. Their speciality is
sawing up their victims - while still breathing.”
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