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run 100m in 12 seconds. Surely I deserve something better than a squat in Marseille
with a load of druggies?’
Lottie sighed. ‘You're an undercover cop in disguise, Rainbow, and you’re going
to break up an international people smuggling ring...’
Brett coughed again.
‘OK,’ shouted Lottie. ‘You're next Brett, I promise. Just let me get this lady’ — she
pointed at the stout woman — ‘off that bus and into a cab, then I must describe how
Rainbow discovers the body of an illegal immigrant, shot through the heart with...
Sorry, Brett, shall I park you in a trendy wine bar for a while?’
Brett shook his head. ‘I've a better idea. I think I should go and help Rainbow.’
Rainbow looked at him and smiled. ‘The scorpion can be deleted, you know.’
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