I Remember You

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Flames licked at the building, greedy as the tongues of teenage lovers. They curled out from the windows above the shopfront and up to the gutters, fierce in their hunger, intent on conquest.

The smell of burning filled Harry Devlin’s sinuses. Smoke stung his eyes and the back of his throat.

‘Don’t even think of going in there.’

‘For the love of Jases,’ said Finbar Rogan. ‘What d’you think I have for brains? I’d not try to force my way inside if the missus herself was trapped the other side of that door.’ He threw back his head and laughed. ‘Come to think of it, if she was — I’d be chucking in a match or two myself.’

A thunderous splintering of glass made them duck in a reflex of self-defence. Straightening up, Harry saw the first-floor panes disintegrate. He shielded his face as a thousand shards showered the paving all around.

Finbar cried out in pain and stumbled to the ground. Seeing blood trickle from a cut on the Irishman’s cheek, Harry didn’t hesitate. In a matter of seconds, he dragged Finbar back towards the shelter of a doorway on the other side of the street. There they leaned against each other for support, fighting for breath as the fumes leaked into their lungs.

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