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A loud thud, and the yelping stops. Meanwhile, I manage to turn myself around on the window ledge. I’m no longer looking at the roof but at the ground below. Gamma is lying on the tarmac, spread-eagled, as though he is trying to embrace the whole globe. He’s not moving. Neither are those two, they are in shock. They don’t understand what’s just happened. There is no-one else about. The telephone is still ringing. Ringing and ringing...
And then, as if jumping to command, everybody begins to move. The two operatives run to the body, I close the window and rush out of the flat. Without thinking, I grab the envelope of money on my way out. I slam the door and take a few steps down the stairwell but then stop short: the operatives are out there, I can’t go down. Where can I go?
I run up
