She carefully pushed the neat bundle into the green file in front of her on the table, then clipped the two poppers to close the folder and keep the papers safe. The words SOUTH LONDON GANGS had been written in large letters across the front of the file with a black marker pen. The same pen was tucked inside the file, clipped to the edge, in case she needed it to alter it. New gangs grew up all the time in this area, and meetings were called to keep everyone up to speed with the gang-related fights, stabbings, and more recently firearm usage. It didn’t matter how many of these meetings the police called; Georgia thought they went nowhere. She hated sitting around talking about postcode gangs and drug-related crime; she wanted to get out there and stop it. But she kept her thoughts to herself. Being a DI in a busy South London station meant many meetings and much paperwork, as well as catching criminals. Georgia was just thirty, quite young to have climbed to the position of Detective Inspector, and she looked younger than her years.
