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Jack and Wendy knew from his pictures on the Police National Computer that Damian King was a distinctive-looking guy. He was tall, stooped slightly from the shoulders and hook nose that reminded them of a plague doctor from medieval times.
At first glance, he didn’t look like the sort of man who’d be able to swing a punch, never mind put two people in hospital. They knew he had, though, so there was no telling what else he was capable of.
He still lived at home, although not in one of the roughest areas of town. It turned out that Damian King wasn’t another product of the failed system or the never-ending cycle of poverty, crime and disillusionment, but had actually come from a pretty normal family in a pretty normal area of Mildenheath.
They recognised him as soon as he opened the d
