The Devil’s Porridge Gang by Colin Garrow / #Extract #BlogTour @damppebbles @colingarrow

 

 

1969. In a town where nothing happens, a gang of kids uncover a kidnapping plot.

In the days following the excitement of the moon landings, a group of criminals plan to kidnap the son of a Government rocket engineer – but they don’t expect a gang of kids to get in the way…

Sam Todd dreams of adventure and longs for something exciting to happen for him and his friends. When he and the gang try to add a touch of excitement to their lives by stealing empty bottles from a pop factory, they are easily caught. But the consequences lead them back to the factory where they begin to uncover a villainous scheme.

THE DEVIL’S PORRIDGE GANG is book #1 in this Sixties adventure series.

 

 

Extract

At ten o’clock, the sky had clouded over and the moon was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t as dark as they’d have liked, but the high walls would allow them to at least hide in the shadows.

The faint orange glow of the streetlamp at the corner made little difference as Sam surveyed the scene. The wall around the yard seemed longer and higher than he remembered. A large heavy door was set in one end of the wall near the corner and a pile of soggy cardboard boxes were stacked next to some dustbins. Further down the lane, before the factory wall abutted that of the first of the houses, he could see the huge wooden gates used by the delivery lorries.

‘Come here, Baz,’ said Roxanne. ‘Ah’ll get on your shoulders.’ Roxanne took hold of him and manipulated him into position against the wall. ‘Make a step, then,’ she ordered. Baz did as he was told. Roxanne placed a foot into his cupped hands. ‘Bend your knees…’

Before Baz could object, she straightened her leg and planted her other foot on his left shoulder. Baz winced but stood firm while she stretched up to reach the top of the wall. With both feet on his shoulders, Roxanne peered over the top.

‘Blimey,’ she whispered. ‘Have a look at this lot.’

Sam and Flattybeak copied Roxanne’s method and in a moment, Sam had hauled himself up.

‘Sit on top,’ she said. ‘Then we can pull the others up.’ Sam swung a leg over the wall into a sitting position and gazed into the yard.

‘Ah’m not getting up there,’ said Baz. ‘Ah might fall.’

Roxanne snorted. ‘Yeller belly custard,’ she hissed. ‘Come on, ye plank.’

Sam and Roxanne now stood on top of the wall. The sky had clouded over, throwing the yard into shadow. They could see a light from the office where the night watchman would be. There was no way of knowing if anyone was actually watching the yard—they’d have to take the chance.

‘How we gonna get back up again?’ said Sam.

Roxanne surveyed the scene below them. She pointed across at a pile of crates. ‘As soon as we’re down, get a few crates and stack them up against this wall.’ Sam smiled in the darkness. He had to admit, for a girl, Roxanne was pretty smart.

Roxanne gave Baz instructions as she and Sam lowered themselves into the darkened space. Sam could hear Baz and String arguing in hushed tones. On top of the wall, Flattybeak looked down at them. ‘Hurr, what’ll Ah do?’ he gurgled.

‘Stay there, Flatty. Ye can pass the bottles over.’

Roxanne had moved across the yard in the shadow of the right-hand wall. Sam followed carefully, picking his way between the broken crates on the ground. Just then, a light came on beside them.

‘Watch it!’ whispered Roxanne. ‘Back against the wall.’ She pushed Sam backwards, tripping over a crate as they fell to the ground. Sam was about to complain, but Roxanne’s hand clapped over his mouth before he could speak. He was aware of a

presence close by—a door had been pushed open and a pair of grubby overalls stood within spitting distance of Sam and Roxanne.

Thank you, Colin Garrow and Damp Pebbles Blog Tours

 

About the author

True-born Geordie Colin Garrow grew up in a former mining town in Northumberland and has worked in a plethora of professions including taxi driver, antiques dealer, drama facilitator, theatre director and fish processor, and has occasionally masqueraded as a pirate. Colin has published three stage plays, six adventures for middle grade readers, two books of short stories, the Watson Letters series and the Terry Bell Mysteries. His short stories have appeared in several literary mags, including: SN Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, The Grind, A3 Review, Inkapture and Scribble Magazine. These days he lives in a humble cottage in North East Scotland where he writes novels, stories. poems and the occasional song.

 

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Book Links

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Devils-Porridge-Gang-Colin-Garrow-ebook/dp/B01CBHMUSY/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+devils+porridge+gang&qid=1585738904&sr=8-1

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Devils-Porridge-Gang-Colin-Garrow-ebook/dp/B01CBHMUSY/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+devils+porridge+gang&qid=1585739039&sr=8-1

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/564919