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Chapter 18
18 Jack and Wendy walked into the interview room and sat down, John Lucas having already been seated across the table next to his solicitor, a chubby man by the name of Matthew Chamberlain, who looked as if he’d been dragged out of the pub to be here. Wendy was the first to speak. ‘Okay, John. We want to speak to you with regards to an event that took place last night in the village of Little Walgrave. Have you ever been there?’ Lucas looked at his solicitor, who nodded to indicate that he should talk. ‘I’ve probably passed through a few times, in the car. It’s not far away from here.’ ‘And do you know anyone who lives there?’ Lucas was silent for a few moments. ‘Depends what you mean by that.’ ‘Tell us what you mean by it,’ Wendy said. ‘Freddie Galloway lives there. Lived there,’ h
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