I floated down the street in New Orleans as my heart synchronized with the drums.
My body vibrated with the energy of the crowd.
I stopped in front of the voodoo man.
As his eyes penetrated mine I spoke in tongues.
His eyes widened as he answered back in the old language.
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A drizzly Manchester night, a hit and run. A chance meeting decades later leads ultimately to the exposure of a transatlantic crime family.
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The body lay, contorted, the rain must have kept people off the streets. What decision must be made? Was he dead?
The car drove out of the city with a bruised bonnet, a cracked windscreen, and a driver high on alcohol, whilst a stiff, motionless body lay strewn in the street.