Sowerbutt's Success

Spaghetti heaved and heaved again, the clasp on the prison van door finally coming away; its brass padlock dangling uselessly. “Now,” snapped Sowerbutt and the door was jerked open. The tip seats were empty. “Taking a chance, short of screws,” smiled Sowerbutt as he pulled down the folding steps.
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