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“Yeah, I s’pose that’s true mate, but talking of cuts, we’ve got to organise my next drop ... and we’d better be bleedin’ smart about it.”
“Certainly, It has been so goot to verk viss you again, all hush, hush, it iss oonderstoot.”
“Well, all right mate, can’t do it like last time. I’ll work out a pickup - let ya know, but soon mate, make it soon.”
“Werry goot, I organise zet, oond you let me know. All iss ship-shape, ya. So long, worry not about ze business.”
“Bye mate, we’ll be in touch - and soon.”
Saffron shivered, the shadows were lengthening and the air was getting chilly, but that was not the cause of her sudden dread. They seemed such an evil, ruthless pair of men. ‘What did that all mean, Mobo? I’m sure I’ve heard that sleazy voice before, but I don’t think it’s anyone I know well.’
‘Ronnie, you have heard it on the radio. I broadcast it on the first day we met. It is the Mayor of your town. I do not know to whom he was speaking - that other man - I shall find out.’
‘But how can you possibly do that? How did you get the Mayor's number? How did you hear a private conversation?’ Saffron asked in panic and confusion.