It was in a recess which once housed one of IT’s hub cabinets, a fridge-freezer-sized unit full of cables and flashing lights. The gap alongside it had been too big to leave empty but too small to be considered useful; the desk that had been slotted in there was due for disposal, but both the view and privacy had been great, at least until the advancement of technology dispensed with the cabinet and the vacant area had come to the attention of Sergeant Sheen. Goodhew headed there next. Sheen had added two new shelves to the rear wall, filling them with a series of bulky lever-arch files. Sheen had one folder open on his lap, and glanced up and back to the papers without comment. ‘Come to see your old hideout?’ he murmured. ‘Hmm, I like what you’ve done with the place.’ Goodhew left it at that, and waited for Sheen to finish whatever he was reading. The vital point when dealing with Sheen, Goodhew knew, was acknowledging Sheen-speed. The man was just a few years short of retirement and he’d undoubtedly spent his whole adult life working slowly and thoroughly.
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