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    <title>Lingard145</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:51</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 15</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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somehow.&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s not me that’s excited. And when I find out what I&#039;m supposed
to be in then we can talk about getting out of it.&quot;

Kevin went down to the front room. Three soldiers stood there
looking large in the small space. A box laidwas lying on the table: it was
the box that had been under Brian Rafferty&#039;s bed. Kevin half closed
his eyes.

&quot;You recognise it, I see?&quot; said the officer.

&quot;You recognisesee nothing of the kind,&quot; said Mr McCoy.

&quot;I&#039;d prefer to speak to your son, Mr McCoy.&quot; The officer looked
at Kevin. &quot;Do you know what&#039;s in this box?&quot;

Kevin swallowed. &quot;No.&quot;

The officer flipped it open so that they could see the gun and
ammunition.

&quot;You didn&#039;t find that in this house,&quot; said Mr McCoy. &quot;And you&#039;re
not going to get away with pretending that you did.&quot;

&quot;I haven&#039;t said that.&quot; The officer was keeping his eyes on Kevin&#039;s
face. &quot;We found it in MaloneKelly&#039;s scrapyard.&quot;

&quot;And what&#039;s that to do with us?&quot; demanded Mr McCoy.

&quot;Your son works there.&quot;

&quot;He hasn&#039;t been at work this past two weeks. He got beat up by a
gang of thugs. Look at him!&quot;

&quot;But you&#039;ve got a key to the yard, haven&#039;t you?&quot; the officer
asked Kevin.

&quot;Yes.&quot;
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