Chapter Fourteen: A DeathAt eleven minutes past three on Thursday morning I was awoken by the buzzing of the telephone on the occasional table next to where I slept in the dayroom. It was the Duty Officer who broke the news to me.
It took Jimmy, with Frank beside him, fourteen minutes to arrive at The Hole, but less than thirty minutes to drive the forty odd miles to Chearsley in Buckinghamshire with three police outriders as our escort. Molly was waiting in Fraser's office, staring lovingly at his vacant office chair. I had never enquired into how long they had been married, that was not in my nature, but for some reason only known to her, now she decided to tell me.
“It would have been forty-three years in January, Patrick, since we pledge our vows on one freezing cold day in the Kirk
