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SWAT? For me?” Still trembling, one hand clung to the ambulance gurney, the other held a massive sterilised cotton wool wad under my nose.”Tactical Support was busy. You got Dennis and Arlo,” said Harry, speed-reading the papers he’d snatched from inside my jacket.Closest his hands had been to my chest in a long time.”Which one broke my nose?””That’d be Dennis.
