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Suspect

Good information from an untrustworthy source is always satisfy. They had found marijuana, cocaine and a assortment of pills which would need further analysis.
   The suspect was now in the back of the police van making it's way to Keighley police station. Intent to supply and whatever else the could pin him.
   Woman Police Constable Henderson broke the silence, “don't you think he looks a bit like the film star Brad Pitt?”
   “Not 'arf!” WPC Scott couldn't help herself, she knew that this sounded unprofessional. WPC Henderson was always lecturing her on how hard it was to be a female-on-the-force, so she added, “could be you know?”
   “Don't be silly Sally. Brad Pitt?”
   “No, think about it. These Hollywood-types are always buying houses in England. Madonna. Tom Cruise. Michael Jackson. I think even Britney is thinking about moving here. That house was pretty plush, and that Pollock, it looked like an original to me.”
   “The what?”
   “The Pollock. The painting.”
   They both glanced back through the smoked glass partition. The resemblance was uncanny. He was a nine, maybe nine and a half out of ten.

Later, an off-duty Sally Scott was at the pub downing pints of cider and telling her mates how she'd nicked Brad Pitt.

At about the same time, an off-duty Jane Henderson was at home. Putting down her glass of white wine she relaxed into the sofa and started thinking purposefully about Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Although she'd never seen the film. Suspect thoughts soon glided into her mind.

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