Leo turned off the pump. The silence was deafening.
The box was heavy. A name was engraved on the lid, worn smooth but legible: “T. Sanderson, 1893.” drain jetting wakefield
He parked the jetting van, a battered Mercedes with a 3,000 PSI pump in the back, outside “The Golden Spice.” The owner, Mr. Khan, was pacing the alley, his face the colour of old turmeric. Leo turned off the pump
“It’s always fat, Mr. Khan. It’s a curry house. I’ll have it clear before your chef wakes up.” worn smooth but legible: “T. Sanderson