A force for justice - the story of Sergeant Maurice McCabe

I was at home one May evening in 2013, minding the kids when I got a call from a number I didn’t recognise.
Answering these kind of calls is always a gamble. It could be somebody with a story, which might require patience, filtering, more patience, interjecting with a few questions, invoking Job for his patience, and finally realising that the person on the other end of the line has a grievance but no story.