The bottle shop job – part 3

The Grim Reaper might not have figured in Pat’s thoughts as he’d sat nursing his pint but burglara few of the Reaper’s friends had come to the pub that night. One had come in the guise of Marty Siddle, who’d appeared next to Pat at the bar. Marty was the fellow who had regaled Pat with his stories of deactivating security systems the last time Pat had been holidaying within the prison system. Continue reading “The bottle shop job – part 3”