Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 28 "If there's anything for us to see, this is about where it should be," Alan grinned lopsidedly. "At least according to that refugee from Deliverance back there." He jerked a thumb in the general direction of Westbury village. "It's supposed to be quite a large formation, so it shouldn't be too hard to spot." Showing the ropes to Independent Focus magazine's newest recruit was not a job he'd been looking forward to. But the decision of IF's editor was final, and fights with Leslie Holbrooke were to be avoided unless absolutely necessary. Mainly because the old bastard bore grudges, some reputedly going back to his infancy. Besides which Priska Robertson had turned out to be small and quite pretty, with large dark-brown eyes and straight cut shoulder- length hair that was deep brown with ...
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