Grenville left the office, he knew there was no point arguing. He felt the humiliation keenly but at least it was private humiliation, none of this would ever be made public, how could it be? He had no idea what he would do next, being a hunter was all he had ever done and he had been determined to stay in his role until his death. He dropped his keys into the reception and signed himself out. He stood outside and stared at the sky with his hands in his pockets. He was sweating profusely, it was even hotter here than it was in Scotland.
“Fuck,” he said out loud gaining the attention of some passersby. He was sure Crozier was responsible, he could feel it in his gut and the look on MacGregor’s face had proved it. Well he had a choice, he either did nothing and faded away gracefully..or.. he made his mind up as he started walking towards his office in Whitehall.
