‘Now what are we gunna do?’ moaned a voice Sam recognised. It was Sleazy, the sullen young man from the markets. ‘Yeah, they seen me too.’ Sam knew that voice as well. It belonged to Stinkin’ Jerry’s son, Nigel. ‘If youse had been a bit smarter and quicker this wouldn’t have happened.’ The third voice was strange. It was hard edged and dangerous. ‘Get ’em up. We got work to do.’ They were hauled roughly to their feet, and Sam stared at the third man. He was big and solidly built, with a leathery, tanned face and small flinty eyes. He looked every bit as dangerous and mean as he sounded. ‘Just do as yer told and you won’t get hurt,’ he snarled at them. ‘What are you going to do with us?’ demanded George suddenly. ‘Our father will be out looking for us by now, you know!’ Sam wanted to elbow him in the ribs but it was bit hard with his hands tied behind his back. ‘Shut up,’ he hissed. There was no point getting these blokes angry. ‘And where’s my brother?’ added Tess.
