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Back at the station, Culverhouse entered the custody suite and asked the custody sergeant if he could see John Lucas.
He was taken through to Lucas’s cell, the officer lifting the metal privacy flap down to check inside before unlocking the door and letting Culverhouse inside.
He stepped into the cell and waited as the door was closed and locked behind him.
John Lucas was sitting on the thin blue plastic mattress he could call his bed, feet up on the bed and knees in the air as he rested his back and head against the cold brick wall.
Culverhouse stood and looked at him for almost a minute, neither of them saying a word, both of them knowing what the other was thinking. Although there was silence, a thousand words were said.
It was Culverhouse who eventually broke the deadlock.
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