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PC Mark Heckenburg couldn’t quite remember the name of the road he was parked on. It ran along the top of a sloping, litter-strewn waste ground linking two satellite housing estates together. They weren’t officially designated as ‘satellite estates’, but this was the way he thought of them: small, interwoven clutters of red-brick council houses built far apart from each other to accommodate the rugged, unstable nature of so much of the post-industrial spoil-land that made up Greater Manchester.

Not that Heckenburg, or ‘Heck’ as his colleagues knew him, was paying much attention to his immediate surroundings. Briefly, he was mesmerised by the blood-red wording of the electronic logo on the distant, square-shouldered structure dominating Quay Street.