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CHAPTER TWO

  Six Months Ago.

  Gillbridge Avenue Police Station, Sunderland.

  ‘Twelve pounds forty seven pence in assorted notes and coins’.

  ‘One pack of condoms’.

  ‘One pack of Love Heart sweets’.

  ‘Please sign here Mr Parks’.

  ‘Thank you’.

  Speaking to a Civilian Detention Officer, the Custody Officer said ‘Can you show him out please’.

  A few minutes later Dean Parks was enjoying his first taste of natural light in almost twenty four hours.

  As he walked away from the grey building that is the police station, Parks exhaled loudly thinking ‘My God, that was a close shave’.