Chapter Eight-4

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The soldier shook his head. “No and I don't want to.” “But don't you care?” Josh uttered. He was amazed. “All those people and animals lying dead down there and you don't want to know why.” He looked away in disgust. Shrugging his shoulders, the soldier drew on his cigarette. “Why should I care? Like Captain Saunders says, it's none of my business. I'm just here to clear up the mess.” “And how do you propose to do that? As far as I can see, if you touch anything you'll end up like them.” Pete jerked his head across to the police car. The soldier looked up sharply. “Found your tongue, have you?” He sniffed and flicked his cigarette. “Anyway, you told Captain Saunders you didn't know anything!” “We don't. Neither of us knows anything about this.” Pete wished he hadn't said anything. “We

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