“We’ve
put a couple of toffs on the Thurrock farm; they pay a good rent to avoid the
bombing. I’ve got a couple more seeking the quiet life lined up.” Jo-Jo nodded: “Not a problem,
guv. I can keep an eye on anyone you want to send here.” Sowerbutt puffed on his
corona. “Win-win, Jo-Jo. While the toffs are safe and sound in their bolthole,
we check out their houses. Just to help with storage, of course.”
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