"It was Monday 3 June, but even though it was a Monday and he had been woken in the middle of the night, Detective Superintendent Evert Bäckström would always think of it as the best day of his life. "
"Chicago cops had to be on the lookout for any number of nefarious mopes eager to take a potshot, but this morning my biggest enemy was turning out to be the scorching rays of the summer sun."
"Noah waited alone in the bull pen, a secured detention area of room-like cells on the bottom floor of the courthouse."
"The Harrow courtroom was in a shabby condition; like so much else it was still waiting for a postwar recovery."
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