Nujakina met them at the slipway opposite the hospital. She helped Sakio into the passenger side of the patrol car, then drove him to the station, leaving Maratse and the Ukrainian woman to secure the dinghy. The clouds scuffed the brilliant blue sky with pockets of white and grey, promising rain. Maratse grunted as he looked up, then grabbed Karyna’s b…
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