HIGH CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS
In a dingy corner of Maginn’s pub, Saltmarket, two men sat in intense discussion. “I want revenge on that bitch who got ma brother Stevie fifteen year in the Bar-L.” “Nae bother, Tam, can be arranged,” croaked Rab in his gravelly voice. “What was he done fur?” “Dealin’ smack.” “How did he get... Sign in to see full entry.