NO ONE ASKED
A snarling Alsatian lurches at the closest policeman, who steps back unsteadily, all fangs and fury; the Alsatian hurls itself at his throat but is restrained
A tall woman in baggy trousers and a sweatshirt has hold of the dog's collar. She looks older than I expected, with green eyes and grey hair tied back in a ponytail, and she is sitting in a wheelchair, screaming accusations at the police. She is telling them to fuck off and leave. The Alsatian scrabbles on its hind legs, trying to wrench itself free, pulling her forward in the chair. Guns drawn. Someone or something is going to get killed.
I'm watching from the stairwell. Officers have retreated halfway along the corridor. Another grou