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Jack Culverhouse closed the door to Charles Hawes’s office behind him and walked back down the corridor. The Chief Constable was, to all intents and purposes, generally on his side, but it was hard not to feel the increasing weight of pressure on him, knowing that it was going to be all but impossible to find out who had attacked Tanya Henderson — not without her own witness testimony, at least, and there was a distinct and growing possibility that her testimony was something they were never going to get.
He didn’t have too long to ponder the possibilities, however, as he was soon fishing his ringing mobile phone out of his jacket pocket. The display showed him it was Antonio García, calling from Spain. He swiped the screen to answer the call.
‘Antonio,’ he said, flatly.
‘Jack. Why
