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John Lucas handed a twenty-pound note over to the cab driver and climbed out onto the pavement.
He didn’t know why, but he’d had the good sense to bring his wallet out with him earlier. Maybe it was a subconscious bit of assistance for whoever would have had the grisly job of identifying his body. A little helping hand for the police. Well, that was totally out of the question now.
The police were getting no favours from him. He’d spent his whole life being f****d over by the police. If that stupid officer hadn’t turned up while he was leaving Trenton-Lowe, if that i***t hadn’t pulled Peter over, if the t***s in CID had worked out that he was obviously being fitted up...
Life was all ifs and buts. And now he couldn’t even end it all himself. He was doomed, destined to stay on this b
