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15 Wendy knew Jack Culverhouse needed help. That much was obvious. The culture changes in the police over the past couple of decades had really shaken up some of the old school officers like Culverhouse. He hadn’t been in the force long when things started changing, but he was a stubborn git and he’d only ever joined because of what the police force was, and not what it was becoming. If he’d seen the changes on the horizon, it was doubtful he’d have ever joined in the first place, she thought. He used to speak fondly of officers he’d worked with when he first joined the force. One, Jack Taylor, had been the DI when Culverhouse was a fresh-faced young PC trying to worm his way into CID. Taylor had been a corrupt bastard at best, but he knew what it took to get results and he was very much