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44 Alert for trouble, though he expected none, Frank Luder scanned the road ahead as they approached Salter Gaming’s warehouse on the Stafford Trading Estate. When he was satisfied there was nothing to worry about, he nodded to the man next to him; Pat Drummer immediately swung the truck off the road and to a stop in front of the gates. While Drummer remained behind the wheel, Luder got out and moved quickly to the rear of the truck, where he swung open the doors to let out the two men who had ridden there in the back. “We’re here, time for you guys to do your thing.” He took up a position where he could watch the road, while the brothers got to work on the padlock and chain that secured the gate with their cutting equipment. A whistle, following immediately after the cessation of the

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