The wind tore through him as he raced through the deserted streets - snow whirling in flurries like mini tornadoes, battering his face, making it difficult to see, let alone catch their quarry. Markham was a nasty drug dealer who preyed on the young and immature, and who had somehow managed to evade the noose as CI5 has surrounded his base of
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Nice start for the new year-many thanks for a lovely story *sigh deeply*
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