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"Janokovic. People call me Jano. "

                    The officer nods.
                     "Hmm. How do you spell it? It sounds foreign. Are you not from Brighton? "

                     "I'm named after my father. He was from Yugoslavia. He’s dead now."

                     "J A N O K O V I C." He spells his name to the officer. The officer is a tall and
                   ruddy chap in his late twenties.

                     He sways back and forth a bit, as he looking at the mess in the garden, then he

                   packs his notebook, putting it in his pocket.
                     “Have a good day and say hello to your mother, and tell her we will pass by

                   really soon, probably in one of the days that’s coming, talk to her. If she wishes to
                   speak before that, she can call this number. "

                     He pulls out a blank page from the notebook and writes his name, phone

                   number and hands it to Jano.
                     "If you see or hear anything suspicious, call us."

                     Then the officer turns around and walks down towards to the squad car, where

                   his colleague Alex Peters is sitting. He’s looking out from the vehicle, discouraged
                   over how worn-out and poor the neighbourhood is.

                     Janokovic stands for a minutes, with his shoulder resting on the doorframe,
                   skulking after Willy Rockdale, as he walks the few steps out through the garden.

                   The two officers sit briefly talking, as if they are arguing about something, then

                   suddenly, they ignite the Ford Taunus, and at high speed, they drive down the
                   street and out of the area. Jano watches them turn around the corner a little too

                   rapid, and out of his sight.


                   George has come out into the hallway. His head is slightly bent over, his eyes are

                   half-closed and a line of saliva hangs at the side of his mouth. He looks like one

                   who could nod off anytime soon.
                      "Get a grip, Georgie. We need to be leaving."

                   Janokovic has trouble hiding his anxiousness. George makes him nervous, and he

                   has to see it, that gets home.
                     "What did that stupid copper want anyway?" says George with a droning voice.

                     "He's in search of witnesses to the event."
                     "Witnesses?" George exclaims while looking at Jano, as if he doesn't understand
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