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Laurence Deegan, QC, had just won his latest case. At fifty, already a distinguished and famous barrister, he seemed set to become a judge at an early age. A few hours later Deegan ran the bath installed in his Chambers, got into it and slit the veins in both wrists.

Why had he done it? His son, a Special Branch police officer, takes it upon himself to find out …

‘Underwood couldn’t write a bad book if he tried’ Oxford Mail