THIRTY-FIVE
Dominic had been staring past me, towards the door of the hangar, but after a moment of silence he turned his head, and I met his gaze full on. ‘I know you’re too good a man to let justice miscarry, when it’s in your power to prevent it,’ I said. ‘Whatever the difficulties of the last …
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