A
couple of blocks away, Panda unbuttoned his leather coat, the food inspector wincing as
she saw his shotgun. “This is where you scarper, love. You are getting off
lightly,” he said. “I don’t
care what you food people do elsewhere in the Smoke, but tell your guv’nor not
to send any more of you lot down here. Your men will go in The River, women
will get their heads shaved. And I’ll personally track down your guv’nor and
pull the trigger on what his wife values dearly.”
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