Bluebottle cabs dropped Jack outside the Roman Catholic Cathedral. An uneventful trip, the two uniforms prattled on about a hectic weekend at the pubs and clubs, the binge drinking culture, and local demos about cuts in services. They obviously didn’t know Jack and his ability to switch off, ‘Local demos; must see if I can join in?’ he said to himself, standing on the pavement looking up and appreciating the austere red brick Cathedral; he liked the understatement of this building. Similarly, the interior was not as ornate as you might expect for Catholic. He moved towards the rear entrance. Jack had met Father O’Brien here a number of times, this was also Kate’s place of worship, where she had prayed with Martin.
He walked slowly through the rear precincts, mainly laid to car parking, an
