‘Just so we’re clear,‘ said, staring into Jim McCourt’s eyes, ‘that five hundred becomes six hundred the morra and seven hundred the next day. It goes up a hundred a day until it’s cleared. You f*ckin understand me?’ Jim nodded, intimidated by the sheer bulk of the local moneylender. I’ll get ye it by the bells, nae worries, .’ The big man looked at him with his one functioning eye, the other was said to have been lost in a prison fight...
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