THIRTY-TWO
Shitlegs struggled to open the shed door. He was frozen stiff, a known weakling, and snow had accumulated. Fortunately, the Banana Bandits were skinny as rakes, so could squeeze through the narrow gap. Fingers was outside, laughing. Brains squeezed out first. ‘Don’t suppose you fort of clearing the snow so we could open the f*****g door?’
Fingers dobbed Brains on his nose. Fingers was a nice chap if you could see past the psychopath, but there were pressing matters. 'Big-Knob's been in touch.'
‘Who'd yer mum shag to get that message?’ Shitlegs asked, and Fingers dobbed him. Who’d be a baddie? But then again, Jack was being clumped a fair bit today and he was a goodie, although the Banana Boys viewed him as a baddie; it's confusing on the street.
‘What did Big-Knob want?’ Kee
