Epilogue
I exhale heavily as I walk down the stone steps at the front of the courthouse, the summer sun warming my skin. There are journalists waiting as we leave, but I’ve already told my solicitor I don’t want to make any comment. Besides, the Chief Constable has far more to say than I do. She’ll have the press hounding her for explanations on officer vetting, public safety and the integrity of their detectives. Me? I just want to get home.
Sheridan tried pleading insanity at the trial, but that was quickly jumped on by the prosecution. After all, how could someone who was clinically insane manage to hold down a job as a police officer? Or even get the job in the first place? Rumour has it, according to my solicitor, that he retracted that plea after Sheridan’s own solicitor — under pr
