Chapter 12After showering and changing out of their work clothes the three workmates once more joined forces in the bar. Joe Cutler bought Sally a half pint of lager, Winston a large rum, and a whisky for himself and within ten seconds of them settling around the small table in the corner of the room Winston raised the subject that had merely been placed on hold while they'd been apart for the last hour.
“So, boss, you're sure the guy is carrying a g*n?”
“Like I said, I can't be a hundred percent sure, but I could almost swear to you that it was a g*n of some kind.”
“Maybe it was something else,” said Sally. “There must be other things that could look like the handle of a g*n, Joe.”
“Like what, Sally? I can't think of anything that springs to mind.”
“I'm sure I've read of things like
