Spaghetti sipped his whiskey:
“This
one is like the bullion the South London gang knocked off at the aerodrome a
few years ago, not long before you went on holiday. Stoppers didn’t have a
clue.”
“That’s right, Spaghetti, I
remember that. Croydon has never been too hot on security, has it?” Sowerbutt grinned.
“I think it was ’35, guv. The
stoppers fitted up one bloke and he went down, still inside. I heard the gold
found its way across the Channel, couple of the lads involved are living safe
and sound in Portugal and another is risking it with a hotel on the beachfront
at Brighton. Probably full of hungry army squaddies now.”
Sowerbutt said: “They just strolled in too if
I recall. Let’s hope it stays as quiet for us." http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1
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