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“This can’t carry on, mate. We need to call a street meeting or something,” Eddie suggested, pouring Nigel a pint of Carling. “Everyone’s scared, but if we speak out in one voice, they’ll have to listen. What do you think?”
Laura glanced through to the other side of the pub, where Hannah was deep in conversation with Naomi. They were in the thick of it, she noticed. Looking around, she saw there were only a handful of locals dotted about the pub. “It couldn’t hurt, Nige. If we get everyone together, we might find enough people to fight with us.”
“Fight with us?” Nigel took a sip of his pint. “You’ve changed your tune. I was ready earlier, and you stopped me.”
“Yeah, because they’d have killed you earlier, love.” She lifted her wine glass. “There were twenty of them out there, includ
