Five Witnesses to a Removal
TERRY The number 15 bus from Whitechapel to Aldgate stopped running at twenty past nine, and Terry Clough was standing at the stop on Commercial Road with the rain starting to come down sideways, the kind of rain that found the gap between your collar and your neck no matter how you hunched. He had four pounds and thirty-seven pence in the pocket of a jacket that had belonged to his...
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