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Even though it had been clear to Jack and Wendy through Damian’s enormous discomfort and embarrassment that he was telling the truth, ‘He shuffled a bit awkwardly, m’lud’ wasn’t something that’d get past a judge. To that effect, Debbie Weston had looked into his claims using the contact details for the prostitute.
Jack, meanwhile, had only felt his frustration grow at Damian King wriggling off the hook for the second time that week, even when it looked as though he was bang to rights. Either Jack was barking up the wrong tree or King wasn’t half as daft as he looked. Either way, it infuriated Jack.
‘The woman’s known to us,’ Debbie told Jack in his office, reeling off some of her past offences. ‘Nothing much recently, so maybe she’s reformed herself.’
‘Apart from the prostitution, y
