2: TIME DOESN’T STAND STILL IN MAIDSTONE.
‘Five grand!’ Mower said. ‘Five grand!’ It was as if repeating it would make more sense of the incomprehensible. ‘Your
The Wild Wit of the West
‘Five grand!’ Mower said. ‘Five grand!’ It was as if repeating it would make more sense of the incomprehensible. ‘Your
It was more of an undesired coincidence than a strange phenomenon. That was Glen Mower’s first thought when he realised