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Too High For The Supermarket – The Uninvited
I rolled down to Brixton bright and early the next morning for my first full day on the job. I parked up in a space marked ‘STAFF’ and all dressed up in my COFFEY SHOPS hooded sweat shirt and reported to Harvey in the warehouse. He made a big deal of looking at his watch. Obviously, he thought nine ack emma was no time to clock in. But if he thought I was turning up at six thirty he had another thought coming. ‘It’s not here that stuff’s going walkabout,’ he said. ‘Nothing gets past me. Everything’s military style, triple checked. If you want to catch thieves, better look inside.’ He motioned at the front of the building.
‘Fair enough,’ I said. ‘That’s where I’ll be if you need me.’
His look said hell would freeze over first. ’By the way,
