They said the Inspector only cared about climbing the ladder—that he was fueled by ambition and power only, and Jowd himself said that spotless white coat hid shadows. The coat’s not spotless anymore, but it’s not stained either. There’s pain in the eyes watching him now, but over it all is triumph and hope, and a feeling Jowd doesn’t dare put a name to because he’d lost; he lost from the moment he allowed himself to forget what that coat really covered.