Max Romero’s Granada

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Photo: Jane Brooke

The next morning, Max woke early, made himself a cup of mint tea and drank it on his terrace. He stared up at the Alhambra, hoping for inspiration. ‘OK,’ Max thought, ‘Unless there’s outside pressure, the official police inquiry will be fudged, and someone — Navarro? — just gets a slap on the wrist. What’s the justice there?

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