Pete Armstrong
Enquiry Desk, Unnamed Police Station, Winter
The door bursts open and in comes the cold, followed by a frantic young man, all waving arms and exasperation, glowing red in just a cotton shirt.
“Someone’s nicked my coat!”
The Sergeant contemplates him with eyes chilled by steady experience…
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