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“Bloody hell, Zack,” Isobel swore when she saw the mess in the living room. “That sergeant and his cronies did this?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Uh huh.” Zack nodded. “I think they thought I might have Emily hidden in the sofa or something,” he said, seemingly unconcerned by the damage done to his things. “It’s not that bad really, they could have done worse.” His laptop, which was the thing that mattered most to him, was still intact, even if very little else was.”
Isobel looked at her friend as though he had gone crazy. “How on earth can you think this isn’t that bad?” she wanted to know. “The only way this could be worse is if they actually set off a bomb. I don’t care what you say, we’re suing them for this, this and your injuries. If this is what it looks like in here,
