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The call lasted ten seconds and involved repetitions of the words ‘get’, ‘here’ and ‘now’. But when Sant entered Gilligan’s capacious office fifteen minutes later, it wasn’t the Old Man who greeted him first.
Chief Constable Lister was standing with one foot on a chair, buffing his leather shoe until it gleamed.
‘We meet again.’ He whispered ominously. ‘ACC Gilligan has brought to my attention a couple of issues that I assume can be resolved in a swift and amicable manner. As you know, my time is precious and the sooner we rebuild professional relations between ourselves, the better.’
Sant noted how Gilligan avoided eye contact with Lister and himself. Once a coward, always a coward. Let the man wallow in his own s**t.
Lister stepped forward until his lanky chest rested gently b
