He gave himself a minor shoulder massage, feeling stiff all over, exhausted all over, and wondered why he did this shitty job. He was standing on the street outside the block which contained Uren’s flat, There was some satisfaction gained by looking at the police and fire brigade activity which had awoken nearly every resident in the vicinity, the old adage ‘If I’m awake, you sods can be too’ spinning through his brain, though he knew this was just him being cranky. The whole building and the ones either side had been evacuated just in case there were more devices to be discovered which might not yet have ignited. Two had actually been found underneath Uren’s bed, a good find, valuable evidence. As the building was declared safe, residents were allowed back into their homes, and the CSIs, Scientific Support and the Home Office pathologist began detailed work up at the scene, a place from which Henry had done a runner for a breath of fresh air, and a coffee if he could find one.
