“After a couple of glasses,
she told me that first thing this morning, he was up at Luton Hoo with some IRA
bloke. She says he’s a real
mean bastard. She is scared, doesn’t want Eamonn to be
locked up like her old man. Says she doesn’t want to be on her
own again.”
Sowerbutt was on his feet, grabbing his leather jacket and strapping on
his shoulder holster. “Christ, Nero. An
IRA attack on Luton Hoo. An attack on the army base or do they know who is
staying there? Why would they want to kill our VIP or do they want to kidnap
him like the Haganah and the general? Perhaps it‘s the Haganah again, pulling the strings.” 
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