6th February 2015
“I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to wait, there’s been an incident.”
The lights had been bouncing off all the buildings, the tape had been fluttering in the wind, and the copper had said, “I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to wait, there’s been an incident.” The entire balcony had been cordoned off, and there were bloody footprints on the brickwork—he could see them—
“I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to wait, there’s been an incident.”
He’d argued his way through, because the only open door of all the flats along that balcony was his, and the footprints were size nines, he knew it, and there was blood all over the carpet, bright red, and his feet were slipping in it, and he could hear someone screaming and begging, could hear Yazid pleading for someone to stop, and his laughter, Ton
