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The coppers climbed back into their car as the radio in it crackled with the sounds of copper words like whisky, tango, foxtrot and alpha, and then sped off in pursuit of some other public good which needed doing in the fair streets of north London.
‘Fucking bastards,’ was all Bumford could say. Billy just looked at him disgustedly. ‘They’re lucky it was an ambush. If I had used my aikido…’
‘Yeah, right,’ said Billy.
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‘Oh, that’s splendid, jolly good. Won’t be bothering me again. Oh, that’s good to know.’ Baden was all conviviality on the telephone with Sidney Rouse.
‘I doubt he’ll be bothering you again. He was with some other arsehole who ended up getting a kicking on account of playi
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