“Now Shiny’s dead, stretched out like a side of meat from Smithfield, and we’re up to our necks in the proverbial. Beefy stoppers will be trampling everywhere in their size 10 hobnails and making a mess of our patch. How can we run our business properly with them poking their noses in everywhere? You are an arse.”
The thin red line drawn with surgical precision across Nero’s throat smarted but little more. But the small-time thief, scared out of his wits of what might still be coming, suddenly collapsed as a dead weight in Sowerbutt’s arms. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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