Officer Hastings stood outside and he patted us down before eyeing the lolly in Sin’s mouth. “Give it here,” he instructed, holding out his palm and Sin growled like a dog. “Here. Now.” Sin took hold of the stick and tugged sharply before a loud crunch came as he crushed the lolly between his teeth then deposited the stick in Hastings’ palm. “Spoil sport,” Sin muttered and Hastings pursed his lips as he directed us ahead of him.
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