Sowerbutt and Spaghetti were standing
by the ancient Morris car they had hired for a pretty penny in
Sheringham. Stretching into the distance away from the Kelling farmhouse were
wheat fields ripe for harvesting with a few patches around the edges where the
seed had not taken. A vegie garden in the home paddock was
overgrown with weeds.
“Perfect for Tipper and his
dog to recuperate. And we can bring up one of Cocker’s cousins to organise the
late harvest. We need a base up here to keep an eye on things. We’ll get
Gingernut to put in motion its requisition - and put it in my name. Any luck we’ll keep it without
paying a farthing,” Sowerbutt said, pulling his jacket collar up in the strong
breeze.http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Camouflage-Hitlers-Super-Spy-ebook/dp/B00HT48BN8
No comments:
Post a Comment