"Now Sir," he added, glancing suspiciously at the applicant "your business?" "My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue. Wood's," was the reply. ’ He gave the gaping Pottiswick a shove, passing him on to his junior, who was waiting patiently by the kitchen door. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. The young man had knocked over the siphon. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long.
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