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speaking, the men propelled him into the sitting
room.

The room was full of police, but Saul saw straight
through them. He saw the television first: the woman
in the bright suit was warning him it would be chilly
again today. On the sofa was a plate of congealed
pasta, and a half-drunk glass of beer sat on the floor.
Cold gusts of air caught at him and he looked up
at the window, out over houses. The curtains were
billowing dramatically. He saw that jags of glass littered
the floor. There was almost no glass left in the
window-frame, only a few shards around the edges.

Saul sagged with terror and tried to pull himself to
the window.

A thin man in civilian clothes turned and saw him.

'Down the station now,' he shouted at Saul's captors.

Saul was spun on his heels. The room turned
around him like a funfair ride, the rows of books
and his father's small pictures rushing past him. He
struggled to turn back.

'Dad!'he shouted.'Dad!'

He was pulled effortlessly out of the flat. The dark
of the corridor was pierced by slivers of light spilling
out of doors. Saul saw uncomprehending faces and
hands clutching at dressing-gowns, as he was hauled
towards the lift. Neighbours in pyjamas were staring
at him. He bellowed at them as he passed.

He still could not see the men holding him. He


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