and looking back at the clean modern lines of the police station. When he walked up those steps again in a couple of weeks it would very probably be to hand in his notice. He felt again the slow smouldering of suppressed anger. His own fault too, which made it no better. He could have kept his mouth shut about the approach from Guardcash, he didn’t have to mention it in casual chat over Sunday lunch. If Jean had never heard about Guardcash, she would no doubt have nagged him from time to time to change his job, but it would have been in a vague, general sort of way, she wouldn’t have been armed with a specific point, the offer of an attractive alternative. He’d have got further promotion in the police during the next year or two, there’d have been a little more money, she’d have got used to the whole thing, she’d have stopped grumbling in the end. She’d have had to.
