Sowerbutt laid his Webley revolver on the counter. “My colleagues may have caused some damage in your pub
recently. Time to make amends.” Reaching into his leather
jacket, Sowerbutt took out a small bundle of notes and handed them to Harry Knight. He
turned to face the remaining regulars. One-Line, the man mountain, stood
by the main entrance, Panda with his bike chain guarded the side door. “No problems, gentlemen, no
repeat of the other week. My message is for McGaskie. Leave the Smoke and
disappear. Stay here and I will introduce you to The River. That’s the message.”
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