Chapter 8 · free to read
The pages named a rival's son, in another case, in another district. Every word of them was true. Every word was also entirely beside the point.
Suspended Tuesday, arrested Thursday, remanded Saturday. As far as anyone could ever establish, he had done nothing but be somebody's son.
Entry four. An inspector I have never met, in a district I have never visited, who will lose eleven years. I wrote his name down because writing it is the only part of this I still control.
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