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The time there was a warrant for an old adversary.

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Dan and I left our night shift briefing and headed off to execute an arrest warrant. Dan was eager to get there as the warrant was for Harry Haslam, an old adversary of his.

We arrived at the home of Harry Haslam, a mid-terraced council house in the less salubrious part of town. The lights were off downstairs, but a light coming from the upstairs bedroom suggested there might be someone at home.

Dan marched up to the front door and banged loudly and repeatedly. He made his presence clear to anyone inside. After a moment the bedroom window opened, and Harry Haslam popped his head out. “What the fuck do you want!” he shouted.

Dan looked up, stepped backwards so he could see him better, and tripped over a row of angled bricks sticking out of the ground that designated the separation between the path and the raised flowerbeds. Dan fell backwards and landed on a rosebush, squishing it beneath his enormous frame.

“You’ve just destroyed my fucking rose bush!” shouted Harry Haslam with indignation.

Dan looked up from where he lay on the ground. “You’re under arrest!” he shouted back.