He slammed the heavy steel door, slipped the bolts and turned the two deadlocks. ‘Not too bad,’ he said checking his watch. ‘Just on ten to four. Let’s go up and have a couple of drinks.’ ‘Reckon,’ said Norton as they started walking back up the stairs. ‘It’s your week off next week too,’ said Billy giving Les a friendly punch in the back. ‘My oath.’ ‘S’pose you’re lookin’ forward to it.’ ‘Wouldn’t you be?’ ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ The two doormen had worked it with Price Galese for one of them to have every second week off for the next four weeks. A friend of theirs, Big Danny McCormack, a wharfie who used to do a bit of part-time door work, had got into a bit of trouble and needed some money to square things off with the coppers and pay a lawyer to avoid going away for a little holiday courtesy of Her Majesty. He’d managed to find that but just as he did one of his five kids got heart trouble and needed an operation urgently, so he had to find some more money.
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