7:00pm. Burrow and his men were in position. Jack’s men were ready. Burrow gave the signal, and they all moved in on the building in which Jack had for so long been held captive.
The door flew open, and the first three men aimed through the doorway. Then the rest of them filed in.
“It’s over,” said the inspector once they had all entered. “Put your hands behind your heads and get on your knees. Sergeant, take over.”
“You have the right to remain silent…”
The failing light shone through a crack in the boarded window like a scar on Latch’s face. He was looking at Jack.
“… Anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law.”