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I hugged the flying jacket round me and the thick leather and fleece seemed to help keep the animal terror within bounds. ‘Perhaps Mr Howard wanted cheap labour. Or as a way of keeping control of Rory.’
‘Maybe Rory killed him,’ said Dominic matter-of-factly. ‘No extradition treaty with S…
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