Pale morning light filtered in through the tinted windows that lined two walls of the squad room. Cameron sat at his desk, methodically going through files and feeling less than enthusiastic. “Cameron, have you got a minute?” Cameron looked up from his computer screen and nodded toward his boss. “Sure, Holt. I’ll be there in a minute.” He saved the work on his screen and then pushed away from his desk. He met Holt in his office. “What can I do for you, boss?” Detective Superintendent Holt Denman’s expression was troubled and he took a moment to answer. It looked like he was trying to choose his words with care. Tension slowly took hold in Cam’s gut. “Is everything all right?” Holt gave a brief nod and pursed his lips. “Yes. I’ve just had a rather disturbing phone call. It’s taking me a moment to get my head around it.” “What is it?” “The New South Wales Police Commissioner just called me. He’s had a visit from the premier. The man’s accusing the staff at the Sydney Harbour Hospital of either stealing or murdering his grandson.
