Sasha smiled affably at the police.
“What are you doing here?” the warrant officer asked; he’d dashed towards Sasha at first but slowed down upon seeing his relaxed posture.
“I heard some blokes trashing the place, came over to have a look,” Sasha said. “On my way home from my girl’s. Bastards, huh? Why the f**k would they do it?”
“You saw them?”
“Only from the back. From a distance. They’d bolted by the time I got here. Two of them. Tall.”
“What were they wearing?”
“I couldn’t see. They ran that way.” Sasha pointed in the opposite direction from the courtyard where his boys had gone.
Another police car noisily pulled up.
“So? Catch one of them?” they asked, nodding at Sasha.
“No, he’s a witness. Take his information!” the warrant officer told the guy with a machine gun. They guy
