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&039;Neither of you are to talk to the reptiles outside,&039; said Bellaver &039;Rogers, you are ordered not to say you&039;ve been arrested You&039;re just another plonk, savvy?&039;

Plonk Person of lie Prejudiced male officers called policewomen plonks She&039;d never heard Bellaver use the word before

Rogers nodded She felt no guilt overBellaver had hopes for Donna Rogers Had had hopes

Dixon took out the key to take her cuffs off She broke theave hi yourself?&039; Bellaver asked, incensed

Rogers was sobered It was all crashing in on the wo Which ers left through the front doors, despite Choley&039;s protests about Rogers being a Shooter&039;s Hill catch not B Division&039;s With the sun up, Rogers had to roll down her veil

Kate looked through the open doors as Dixon and Rogers went into the harsh light The reporters were baying

On the steps, Rogers&039; sleeve was tugged by Mrs Craven

&039;When can I see hed in Mrs Craven&039;s face

Mrs Craven screaers&039; red eyes shrank in the dazzle of sunlight and her face steaed to the stake

Caers had better pray she didn&039;t show up in photographs She was not displaying the ideal front page face

The police station was in chaos The shift change s worse Everyone had heard different versions of the night&039;s events

Choley was putting in multiple complaints about the vampire invasion After this sharievous bodily harainst Van Helsing&039;s Circle of Light Now that booking Craven for the murder of a police officer would be probleh-spirited misdemeanours As Bellaver said, &039;Who doesn&039;t want to set fire to a long-haired guitar player?&039;

Then, Nor Squad arrived, with his best hippie-kicking size elevens on, fired up to raid St Bartolph&039;s When told circumstances had intervened and that little adventure would have to be postponed, he was gutted He threatened to hed and told hier in London

&039;You can&039;t let these addicts win,&039; said Pilcher &039;Or society falls, mark my words Look at her&039;

Pilcher meant Kate His nostrils twitched, like a bloodhound&039;s

&039;This is a police station and she&039;s "on" so"?&039;

&039;Sunshine, n &039;Sunshine&039;