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It took Turner and Karol the best part of an hour to load up the van with everything that needed to be moved, and that was with the two of them working flat out.
They were both winded by the time they were finished, but there was no time for them to rest, not if they wanted to avoid spending a significant portion of their declining years doing menial work for Her Majesty’s Prison Service, earning well below minimum wage.
“What about all the parts?” Karol asked as he slammed shut the rear door of the van.
Turner shook his head. “We’ll have to chance it. If the cops do raid this place they’ll have a hard time proving the parts are from stolen cars, very hard. This lot, though,” he slapped the door he had just shut, “they’ll have no problem with. Besides, it’d take far too long to try
