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Jack Culverhouse took a deep breath of the chill morning air. Even though it was summer, it had been a clear night and it would take a good couple of hours for it to warm up. The sun had barely been up an hour and, although it was forecast to be a warm and humid day, it was feeling distinctly chilly so far.
The police vehicles were parked around the corner from the brothel, out of sight of prying eyes and in a street which afforded them parking space. Culverhouse was spearheading the operation, which consisted of sixteen uniformed officers, including firearms-trained officers.
Before they’d left the station he’d gone through a full briefing with them, splitting them up into teams and pairs, before allocating them to positions. There would be a pair of officers to force entry to the p
