Sowerbutt's Cyclists

Sowerbutt snapped alert. “He mentioned cyclists,” he said to Gerard. “We’ve got them.” The two men had fallen into a daze with Jacko, on his third mug of crab apple brandy, mumbling endlessly. They had finished the delicious stew and were sitting round the fire. Every few minutes, Gerard checked the road.

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