Sowerbutt smiled:
“You know my policy, sergeant. We always help the authorities whenever we can. One of my girls was visited by a
new client yesterday. London lad. I’ll get her to speak to you if you like. But
she‘s a bit emotional, lost family in the bombing."
Sowerbutt ran his
hand through his long hair. “Disgusting, sergeant. The lad invited her to a
drug party over in Whitechapel. He talked about a white powder. Cocaine, is it?
I won’t have a bar of drugs, filthy stuff.
Look at those Chinese blokes down in Limehouse, makes them stupid."
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