Drain Jetting Wakefield File

Leo sat on the back step of his van, ignoring the growing puddle of grease water around his boots. He opened to a random page.

Leo read further. T. Sanderson was the verger of St. Mary’s Church. When the bank failed, he had stolen the church’s silver communion set to stop it from being seized by debt collectors. He’d flushed it into the sewer, brick by brick, wrapping each piece in pitch-soaked cloth. drain jetting wakefield

But the final entry made Leo shiver.

He pulled the hose back, foot by foot. And when the nozzle finally emerged, clinging to the end like a barnacle on a whale, was a tarnished silver chalice. A stream of clean water—the first that pipe had seen in 130 years—gurgled behind it. Leo sat on the back step of his