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Chapter 18
Chapter 18Captain Geoff Swenson cursed the insects as he strutted back from the middle of the swing-bridge. The first strip of sunlight poked over the eastern hill and already the temperatures were too high for the business suit he was wearing. “There've been two shootings here, sergeant,” he muttered to the police officer who accompanied him. “In the middle of the bridge and on this side.” He grunted and walked to where the body had been discovered. “This guy underestimated his adversaries.” “So what's your scenario?” Sergeant Chris Proser asked. He was the typical policeman, heavily built and clean-shaven with a naturally dour expression. “One of our friends got winged while crossing and a return shot killed the Serb from the far bank.” “Why Serb? It could be anyone.” “Oh, it was th
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