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Chapter 27
27 Frank Vine opened the car door, stepped out and grimaced as he plunged his hand into his pocket, jangling a collection of loose change. ‘Bloody scandalous, this is. Three quid a pop just to do my own job.’ Using his thumb, he shoved four coins into the coin slot, then jabbed the green button on the parking ticket dispenser. ‘Put it on expenses,’ Wendy said, closing the passenger door behind her as she got out of the car. ‘If you think I’m going to spend forty-five minutes filling out a bloody document just to get three quid back a month later, you’re having a laugh.’ Frank slapped the ticket on his dashboard, slammed the car door shut, and started to march towards the hospital, Wendy trying her best to keep up with him. Inside, they made their way to the specialist brain injury u
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