Sowerbutt stabbed his flick-knife hard into a
ledger that Shapiro’s hand was sneaking towards. “You are shipping goods to the
Baltic for the Russkies who are friends with Jerry. That’s treason, dealing with the enemy. We are going to hang you high.”
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