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Jack closed the Chief Constable’s office door behind him, and stood for a moment in the corridor.
He knew it’d take him some time to process his emotions, which seemed to either come to him all at once or not at all. There were moments when he was deluged by anger, sadness, regret, fear, fury and the overwhelming urge to self-implode, but that was all interspersed with periods where he felt absolutely nothing.
Charles Hawes’s call had gone in to the governor a little earlier, but it had already been too late. Again, Jack felt overwhelmed with anger and fury towards Gary McCann.
Their relationship had always been complex, but he’d believed McCann to be a man of his word. There’d been a grudging respect for years. Now he realised the man was nothing but a cunt who’d sell his own grand
