37
Dominic was standing on the roof of 1, St Katharine’s Way, looking out across the docks. After many weeks of enforced silence, the amount of noise he could hear tonight was unsettling, but he also knew that it was necessary. One final push.
‘All under control,’ Piotr said, startling him. Dominic spun around, clutching his chest.
‘Jesus Christ, Piotr, you should know better than to creep on me like that.’
Piotr ignored him. ‘Paul’s getting a lot of decent stuff away from the supermarket. I’ve got Chapman down there too, keeping an eye on things.’
‘Good. And Mihai knows what to do with everything?’
‘Yep, I told him. Again, all under control.’
‘Excellent. How’s Harjinder doing?’
‘He has the other end of Thomas More Street covered, but all the activity is around the supermarket.’
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