Chapter Eighteen
Still Moving On
Don opened the top drawer of the cabinet beside his desk and extracted a blank Gen 46 report form. He carefully wound it onto the barrel of his aging Remington typewriter together with a sheet of carbon paper and a piece of “flimsy”. This report would need to be submitted in duplicate, he told himself.
Normal practice for all reports, irrespective of content, was for them to be submitted, nominally at least, to the local Divisional Commander. They were addressed simply to “Chief Superintendent”.
This report was different, and Don slowly and deliberately typed the words “Chief Constable” into the space reserved for the recipient.
At this point his resolve weakened. He sat back in his chair and stared at the machine. He sat and looked into space for a fe
