“We can see you’re new to this,” added Sabienn to the knives.
The manager moved around, splashing his shoes in the urine and applying black plastic ties to the wrists of the brothers after they presented their hands. After the brothers were bound, the knives pushed the child out to run to his parents. “Now move,” he added to the brothers.
The group moved through the kitchen with the manager in the lead and Sabienn and his brothers guided by the two uniforms. Sabienn’s eyes darted around to look for an advantage. He smelt the curries and the garlic in the kitchen and saw cooking flames and knives being used but he was moving too quickly now. He noticed Bray struggling with his ties and looked at his face. It showed no confidence that he’d eluded the ties on his hands with his double-joint
