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Jack swung his car into the parking space and let himself into the staff entrance of Mildenheath Police Station. He jogged up the stairs to the major incident room and walked into the office.
‘Go on. Hit me with it,’ he said, sitting down next to Wendy. She hadn’t told him any details on the phone, and had instead insisted he might want to come in and see it for himself. Besides which, it would mean she might be able to stop him flying off the handle again.
‘I’ve been going back through the files and trying to work out where we might have been derailed,’ Wendy said. ‘Things started to go wrong pretty near the start. I’ve not gone through much of the rest of things, but I don’t think I need to. Don’t think I want to, either.’
‘Get to the point,’ Jack said, gritting his teeth. He didn
