the jury to decide whether you are guilty of murder or not.’
The constable led him away, Walker’s head down as he went. Mary Sullivan’s sister was still on her knees sobbing her heart out in her hands. Her husband stood bent over her, patting her back with clumsy large hands.
Jake watched them with a deep frown, then turned to focus on Alkmene. ‘This whole scene does not mean that I don’t intend to find out exactly what you were doing there in that church, on your own. You could have been killed by this callous sod and I could have done nothing about it.’
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