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Jack sat in his dark office, having sent the rest of the team home for the night. There wasn’t anything they could realistically do at this stage, and if any news were to come about overnight the call handlers would ring him. Amongst Mildenheath CID’s many interesting quirks was that shift work just didn’t happen. The unit was too small to accommodate it, so it was more often than not a case of working whatever hours were required, whenever possible.
He liked to sit in the dark solitude of his office once everyone had gone home. It gave him time to think, relax and reflect. If he went straight home he’d have his daughter, Emily, around the place. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her being there — on the contrary, he loved it — but sometimes he needed time and space to himself.
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