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20‘What’s this, Vince—play it again, Sam? Twice in a month. We must stop meeting like this.’ Sarah and Vince both knew that contrary to popular opinion, Humphrey Bogart never actually said ‘Play it again, Sam’ in Casablanca, but Vince grimly nodded his acknowledgement of the reference. He wasn’t in the mood for banter about old movies. After the shock of finding Allan’s body yesterday, the futile resuscitation attempt, ringing the coppers and ambos, and then the trauma of telling Rita, let alone trying to cope with his own feelings, Vince had barely slept. He felt like Basil Fawlty when he realised the world had completely turned against him and, brandishing a fist at the heavens, screamed, ‘Thank you, God! Thank you so bloody much!’ Vince felt completely numb. He was used to death, but

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