“Business, Nero,” Bozo said. “I’ve got two pounds of uncut sparklers. The lads have got scales if you want to
check the weight.” He nodded at two big
men by the bar. “You’ve brought protection with you, Bozo? I
thought we were friends,” Nero said. “Like your friends outside in the Ford,”
the man beamed.
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