Harriet
Warfield looked at the Irishman in his twenties, stretched out in the backroom of a Luton terrace. “My involvement must be kept absolutely confidential.
How will you manage that with these men running around the farmyard unloading
crates?” Joe
did not blink an eyelid. “With the help of my trusty Tommy-gun, ma’am. There’ll
be no loose ends left.”
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