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Detective Clarke stopped the car across the road from the NAC building. His suit trousers still damp. The smell of carcinogens and river water up his nose.
"How are we gonna write this one up, guv?” Morales asked, toying with her straggled hair.
“Simple. We followed an anonymous tip," Clarke said. "We saved some girls from a sinking ship.”
"And what about the guns?"
"Don't worry, they're in the river."
Clarke turned off the engine and unclipped his seatbelt. He caught Morales staring into the near distance.
"What the f—?" she said.
Clarke followed her line of sight towards a handful of detectives. They seemed to be discussing something outside the entrance to the building. Clarke and Morales climbed out of the car and wandered across the road.
As they approached, they caught s
