Her Last Breath Quotes

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― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath

“I get the impression there is a lot about this fella that’s need-to-know.’ ‘We all signed something. Something that said we”
― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath

“But his message today was different. The Major wasn’t long off the phone and the decision he’d reported came as no surprise to George, though it hadn’t stopped him beating his steering wheel in frustration as he queued to come off the M25 to head towards central London. He’d calmed down enough to agree to meet with Henry Roberts. There was some paperwork for him and his solicitor to sign that needed witnessing by a representative from the Home Office. George Elms would be acting as that representative”
― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath

“You mean when you walked away?’ ‘No. When he was charged we all signed it. We agreed not to talk about this case. About the deaths. About what we knew. If you’re here just to find out about that then you’re wasting your time. You’re not press, are you? You know impersonating the police is a criminal offence, right?’ ‘Blimey, Dennis! Of course I do. I’m not here to lie to you, mate. Let me tell you what’s happened here — the way I see it at least. I got a call yesterday from my chief inspector. I was at home. He tells me that he needs me to do a prison visit to get a feel for a prisoner as part of working out the influence he might have on other prisoners. I come out from the prison and give him a call, and he suggests I come up here to learn a bit more about him. I get no guidance on how that’s supposed to happen, who”
― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath

“Sometimes we all need a bit of help to work out the world. It’s a shithole, George. There are people in it that are from a place we can never understand.”
― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath

“Detective Inspector George Elms walked the corridor of Belmarsh Prison with a sense of trepidation. Visiting these places was always a strange experience and not just because he was responsible for condemning his fair share of men to a miserable existence in its grey-walled, ten-by-six-foot cells. The atmosphere was one of pent-up frustration. It hung heavily in the air, mingled with the visible, moving dust and the claustrophobic heat. You could taste it in the air. It got worse the deeper you got, the closer to the Category A prisoners — the ‘lifers.’ These men were in the high-security wing, destined never again to see the sun as free men. Some would hardly see another soul. It was one of these men that George was here to see today.”
― Charlie Gallagher, Her Last Breath