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... ed. Before she could formulate the thing she wanted to say to Veronica’s flat-eyed assessment. A sound from beyond the garden walls, from the road beyond the estate, from multiple directions simultaneously.
Sirens.
Not one. Not a patrol car someone had called out of habit. The particular layered wall of sound that meant several vehicles, meant coordinated response, meant someone had decided this required a production.
Then the rotors.
Low and heavy, the throb of h ...
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