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Jack Culverhouse wasn’t in the best of moods that morning as he slapped a pile of papers down on his desk and took a slurp from his coffee mug. He was never in a great mood in the mornings, but the prospect of having to sort out disciplinary proceedings against Wendy Knight was going to put an even bigger downer on things.
He didn’t want to have to do it, but he didn’t have much choice. Going AWOL from police duty wasn’t looked upon too lightly by the powers that be, no matter who you were. But, of course, Jack could see her point of view. Even if he’d never tell her that. He’d not exactly been an angel himself at times, when it came to deciding which call of duty to answer. Sometimes one’s real duty lay elsewhere.
His day was only about to get worse, though, when his phone started t
