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‘You know the procedure. It’s not my place to tell you, but you’re duty bound to contact Professional Standards,’ Wendy said.
‘You’re right. It’s not your place to tell me. I’ll have a word with this Curwood bloke myself. I can spot a bullshitter a mile off.’
Wendy tried not to let the frustration show on her face. Jack Culverhouse had always been old-school, but there had been many occasions on which he’d sailed far too close to the wind. It wasn’t that he was a rule breaker as a matter of habit, but if those rules got in the way of his intended course of action he had a tendency to bend them ever so slightly.
She’d never been entirely sure how he’d managed to get away with it for so long. There was only so much leeway he could get by simply pointing out that he got results. Lots o
