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One week later.
Jack tried to steady his breathing as the officer led him down the corridor towards Frank’s cell. He had to keep calm.
He’d rehearsed what he wanted to say a thousand times or more in his own head, but he knew he’d likely scrap the lot when he got in there. After all, what could possibly be said?
He hadn’t come face to face with Frank since he was arrested. It had probably been for the best. Professional Standards had been involved, even though Jack had retained some control by authorising Frank’s arrest. He was confident the rot went no further, and that the most pressing matter was to ensure that Frank was taken in before McCann panicked and got to him first. McCann had been re-arrested at the same time by other officers, and had been subsequently charged and relea
