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Martin Cummings hovered his mouse cursor over the Send button and re-read the email for the umpteenth time. He knew every word of it off by heart, but that didn’t matter.
Within seconds, the local newspapers, radio stations and other media outlets would have news of his resignation. He’d asked them not to contact him or the local constituency party for comment, and had included quotes from both in the text of his email. Those were the only quotes he’d be giving, and he was now going to go on holiday to spend some time with his family.
When it came to policing, the press were usually quite good at doing what they were told. There was too much at risk for them to mess about. If Martin Cummings wanted to be left alone for a week or two, that would be fine by them.
He knew there’d be on
