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Insch leaned forward and smiled the kind of smile crocodiles reserve for sick wildebeest.
‘Try and keep him from stealing the silverware, Logan: you know what these lawyers are like.’
The day was dark as a lawyer’s soul.
The wind ruffled the fur on the sleeping dog and its paws twitched as if it was chasing something. Something tasty. A rabbit; or a policeman.
