"D’yer see it? This finger, laddie, could send ye to meet yer Maker!”Sgt. Deisenburger stared at the black and purple nail a few inches from his face. ...

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.
