“You’ll meet your Jerry guest and do the honours at the airfield or Mr Bracken?”
The military man smiled thinly. “Rather you did it yourself, old boy. There’ll be a small RAF team in the control tower, looking after the lights and so on. But they’ll be keeping to themselves. You might like to pick up the parcel by yourselves and deliver it to us at Eastern Command HQ in Luton Hoo where we’ll take over.”
Sowerbutt swallowed the rest of his Old Bushmills. “Am I being set up as the patsy if anything goes wrong?”
“Certainly not, wouldn't dream of it. You know Churchill has a soft spot for you. "https://www.amazon.com.au/Colour-Red-Deal-Sowerbutt-Novels-ebook/dp/B00RL9FGKM
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