“This is the last one, though. I’ve work tomorrow.” “Absolutely. Can’t interfere with the strong arm of the law.” “Long arm. Not strong.” Your arms look strong enough, Joel thought, though he managed to keep that one to himself. “So it is. I suppose I was thinking of strong-arming people into things.” “You usually seem to be,” Fowler said, but without offence, which was good, because Joel hadn’t precisely meant offence. He just tended to banter with bite, and all the more when he was nervous. “On the subject of arms...” “Go on,” Joel said, as permission seemed to be required. “What did you
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