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“And is there anything else apart from a car?” The policeman looks up at me. “Anything?”
Florence shrugs. I can’t think of anything else to say.
The policeman stands up and goes to the door. “Thank you then,” he says.
“Is that it?” asks Florence. “Aren’t you going to call in a SWAT team or something?”
For the first time the policeman smiles. “I am not. I will walk up with my torch. I am going to make a couple of phone calls and then I’ll call in at the hotel and hopefully go home for my tea.”
Florence’s face falls into a deep frown. “But that’s––”
“Life,” finishes the policeman, putting his cap back on his head and pulling open the front door. “Goodnight, all,” he says, and he steps out into the dark.
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