54 31st October
Jack Culverhouse sidled into Chief Constable Hawes’s office knowing damn well what the topic of conversation was going to be. The pressure had been growing for weeks, months, and he could sense that things were about to come to a head.
‘I’m in a very tricky situation, Jack,’ the Chief Constable said as he handed a glass of water across the desk to Culverhouse. ‘You and I both know your style is... unconventional. But it’s always got results. And while the operational decisions of the force have been down to me, that’s been fine. But I’m being leant on from above.’
‘So what you’re saying is the PCC doesn’t like me?’ Culverhouse asked, knowing the answer to the question before he’d even asked it.
Hawes chuckled and looked down into his glass. ‘The PCC doesn’t like anybody
