Sowerbutt smiled. “I’ll buy you a new hat. They make them in
Luton, not far by LMS. They
had a bad raid yesterday but the vehicle works is on the edge of town. I’ve got us a nice place near the shops.” The slap could be heard outside in the bar. The angry redhead leant over
the desk, her finger inches from Sowerbutt’s surprised face. “You bastard. We’re partners, so you
said, you discuss things with me first. You have bought somewhere already, you can stick your Luton you know where.”
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