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Ben Gallagher laid flat on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. There wasn’t much light coming in through the curtains — just the glow of the moon — but it was enough to highlight the crawling damp that was creeping its way across the plasterwork. This whole place was going to s**t. The sooner the better.
He’d long suspected what was happening to detractors, but he’d never seen it with his own eyes. Not until he saw someone snatch Amy Kemp.
He knew there was no way he was going to get to sleep. Not after what had happened over the past couple of days. From now on, he’d be sleeping with one eye open.
They had laid the plan long in advance, and it had been really quite simple. Simple, yet brazen. Ever since his brother Harry had escaped, he’d wondered where he’d got to, wondered what
