Ewan made sympathetic noises as he stirred sugar into his coffee. “This must be terribly distressing for you, Professor Sizemore.”
This from a man who’d tended the bullet-riddled bodies of a gym full of five-year-olds following the Dunblane massacre. It didn’t get much more distressing than that – unless you counted watching the woman you love die an agonizingly slow death. Respect for his fellow officer grew in direct contrast to his contempt for Sizemore.
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