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Zack was showering when the doorbell rang. He cursed briefly and hoped that whoever was at the door would go away. A second chime told him the person on his doorstep was not going to leave so easily, and it was then that he remembered his neighbour telling him the police had been looking for him.
Stepping out of the shower, he crossed to the window, so he could poke his head out.
“I’ll be right there,” he called out, before returning to the shower long enough to rinse himself off. Once he had done that he dried himself off quickly and left the bathroom, wrapping the towel around his waist as he headed down the stairs.
Answering the door wearing just a towel was not something he would do usually, he didn’t consider it decent, but on that occasion, he thought it better to let the poli
