Spaghetti held the gun barrel close to the man's eye. Beanpole’s
voice was very high. “Don’t shoot, mister, we didn’t mean
any harm. We were raising money for poor Irish widows and orphans, that’s all.” Spaghetti
slapped the man hard, leaving an angry welt across his cheek. “Liar. You
and your dead mate were collecting for the IRA and your stupid bombings.
Pay up or else, you were telling the Irish publicans and business folk. You
were taking shillings from the housewives. Nobody threatens our people,
nobody.”
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