“The story is that two
big beefy boys roughed up Jack Shakes and no-one touches my friends.
No-one. They were after his tenant who may have scarpered to one of these
addresses. It’s a question of checking where the roaring boys have visited,
where’s left and springing a trap,” Sowerbutt said, handing over a list.
“Farewell them, guv. You are
not worried about how they go?”“No, Spaghetti, no goodbyes. Give them a beating they won’t forget, strip them and chain them to railings, a fence or whatever, and throw away the keys. Take a bucket of strong violet gentian with you and give them a good daubing. That’ll get them twitching. I’m sending a message to their boss, whom we can’t touch, that nobody pokes their nose into the Family’s patch.”
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