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He looked at the journal, then at the pipe. He wasn't going to call the council. He wasn't going to call the British Museum. Not yet.
He parked the jetting van, a battered Mercedes with a 3,000 PSI pump in the back, outside “The Golden Spice.” The owner, Mr. Khan, was pacing the alley, his face the colour of old turmeric. drain jetting wakefield
Leo read further. T. Sanderson was the verger of St. Mary’s Church. When the bank failed, he had stolen the church’s silver communion set to stop it from being seized by debt collectors. He’d flushed it into the sewer, brick by brick, wrapping each piece in pitch-soaked cloth. He looked at the journal, then at the pipe
Leo looked back at the manhole. Then at his jetting hose. He had the most powerful water jet in West Yorkshire. He wasn't just a drain cleaner anymore. Not yet
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