At a fast pace, he led the way himself. ‘It’s a bit of a maze, but you’ll soon get used to it. Old buildings have their charms, but order and convenience tend not to be among them.’ Sullivan had immediately taken a liking to the tall, grey haired Gibraltarian. He was the only policeman who’d bothered to smile at her for as long as she could remember. They continued up a small flight of stairs, then along a narrow corridor and up a further staircase. At the top of this they passed down a long corridor which occupied several offices partitioned off by walls of frosted glass. Eventually Aldarino stopped outside an anonymous door, second from the end. ‘Here’s where you live. By the way, don’t be put off by the Chief Super’s manner. She’s having a bad morning. She’s the best of them here. I’ve been with her a decade now and I wouldn’t want to work for anyone else. She’ll play fair by you, if you play fair by her.’ A pager attached to the sergeant’s tunic began to bleep.
