A short, sharp flash with a sting in the tail.
by Stu Haven
Jez Gallagher told his mum he wouldn’t steal cars anymore. But that Beemer was hot, and if some Russian was stupid enough to leave the door open, whose fault was that? Jez was smiling, couldn’t believe his luck as he turned the key. The engine fired. The battery found the detonator. The detonator found the Semtex. And Jez Gallagher kept his word. The Beemer was his last one. He never stole cars again.