“Anybody recognise him?” said Ollie, pointing at the unconscious figure.
Nobody did.
“Well, whoever he is, he put up a hell of a fight” said Stitches, retrieving his hand from Crumble's neck.
“You're not wrong,” said Ollie, rubbing his trouser area delicately. “He caught me a blinder right in the unmentionables. I hope it was him anyway.”
“Right,” said Gullett, hoisting his enormous bulk back to vertical. “I'll get our friend here into a nice, cosy cell until he wakes up. Then I'll question him. I'm sure I can get to the bottom of all this.”
“That sounds like a plan,” said Ollie, now able to brush himself down after releasing himself from Cross. He gazed around the lab and the mess the scuffle had caused. “We might as well leave this lot in situ so that he can explain himself.”
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