the blizzardHe was alive. The agonizing pain which was ventilated from his broken leg and pounded from his severed knee and along the femur before dominating his hip made him more than aware that he was still breathing. He tried to move but the pain from the shattered appendage became unbearable and he bellowed aloud. James Jobling was besieged from the peaceful accommodation that unconsciousness granted him with a sudden convulsive jerk and he tried to sit upright but found himself restricted. His concussed head began to thud when he tried to loll forward over the wheel and a tidal wave of nausea and confusion washed over him thathe blizzard
the hustleHe was free. James Jobling allowed a triumphant smile to crease across his stubbled features as he directed the Honda into the quaint village of Eden Lake. The sun was just a meaningless blip on a purple horizon but the temperature was already beginning to rise with the imminent arrival of morning and James could feel perspiration beading up on the back of his neck as he pulled the vehicle to a halt at the side of the road. Fifteen thousand was the “grand” figure. Somehow he had managed not to stuff things up for himself for once. He had calculated and orchestrated one hell of a hustle that had not just left him withe hustle
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