In the last instalment:
The OCOB team are on the trail of Welsh Mafia killers who killed a man in Goole with poisoned curry-sauce, they have lost the assassins, but have traced the deadly sauce to a factory in Bangor......
The plane landed at Bangor airport at three o'clock. The team left picking up their limed amount of luggage from the terminal before heading out into the car park. They waited while Henry collected their car, a silver Ford Mondeo. They climbed in and David started the engine, setting the sat-nav to their destination, a small village just outside the city.
"So what's the plan? We can't juts go in there guns blazing and arrest them all." said Henry "can we?"
"No, but we are partly going to do that," said Charles knowingly.
"What do you mean 'Partly'?" asked Alison.
"Well," he replied, "This is the plan…"
It was ten o'clock that night and David and Margery were on the roof of the factory where they had traced the sauce to. They listened as they crouched by the skylight; suddenly there was a crash from by the front of the building.
"That's the signal," said David, "Let's go." He released the brick he was holding to coincide with a gunshot from the main entrance. They dropped in onto the metal walkway which ran around the inside of the building. They pressed themselves to the wall as two men in lab coats rushed down the corridor towards the stairs. They had slammed the door, but it had bounced back instead of locking.
David ran as quietly as he could, pushing his hand into the door, preventing it from shutting.
"This must be where they make the sauce," whispered Margery.
They crept inside the room. It was a strange place; the walls were lined with test-tubes full of a thick brown liquid.
"God! There must be enough sauce here to kill the entire chip eating population of Yorkshire," exclaimed David.
"What on earth do they intend to do with all this? It can't be what you said."
"What to kill the entire chip-shop customer base of north east England, no, that would be ridiculous. Why would anyone do something like that?"
"And what sort of person would want something so awful to happen?"
"I don't know the owner of a large chain in Lancashire."
"Not far off," They were suddenly surprised by a voice which came from by the doorway. "This entire operation is funded by some one from Lancashire, someone extremely important from Lancashire."............!!!!!!!!