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Glasgow , Scotland – Friday March 7 th, 2003 – 6.55 p.m. GMT
Gary raked open the sliding door and out they baled in shell suits and hejabs and puffa-jackets, shalwaar kameez.
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“You. Quick!”
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The mini bus was already moving as Gary shut the door.
“When?” he shouted - but Breslin was away around the corner. Gary’s cellphone buzzed.
“Midnight. On the nose. Corner of George Square. Don’t be late. Don’t lose any.” Breslin hung up.
The gang shook themselves down and separated, the men to the left, the women to the right - then they separated some more.
They were all illegals. Ghurghust was Pashtun. The other men were Kurds. Gary’s two regular girls, Nazreen and Samar, were Marsh Arabs from Iraq. That night, Breslin had brought five new women. He said they were mostly Kosovo Albanians. Gary was from Aberdeen. His job was to interpret for Breslin and to keep an eye out for thieving. Gary barely spoke a word of any foreign language. Breslin just couldn’t be bothered struggling with fractured English.
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