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Milan wasn’t looking forward to sleeping rough tonight. He and Zoran had walked for a good two hours, heading out of town and towards the hills in the distance, and now the sun was going down. They’d agreed to check in at the police station every twenty-four hours, but right now Zoran just wanted to put some distance behind them. He needed to feel safe, if only for one night. By tomorrow, he hoped, the police would have gone in and arrested the guys. Then they’d be safe.
‘Zoran, stop,’ Milan said, having finally had enough of walking. They were in the middle of nowhere, and he’d been pleading with his friend to stop and bed down for the night ever since they’d left the police station, but Zoran wasn’t having any of it.
The police had given them details of two shelters where they coul
