“May I introduce your new best friend, Mr McGaskie. The story is that he
was with you in Wandsworth as well as in the Black Maria from which you
absconded. He will stay with you through thick and thin,” the slight military man smiled. “His orders are to
shoot you if he has any doubts about your new loyalties. Kneecaps first and
then gut.” The squat man, who looked as though he was made of solid muscle, stretched
out his hand, grabbed McGaskie’s shaking fingers and kissed them. “Buffalo,
they call me Buffalo,” he guffawed.
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