The building had almost become a second home throughout the Back Door operation. The Serious Organised Crime Agency fronted it as a pharmaceutical sales company; the neighbours believed it. When Sean entered the central office, DC Heidi Greenshaw, the administrator for Blue and Red Teams, sat tapping computer keys. “Hi, boss.” She looked up at him, her plump little face cherub and pretty. “Where is everyone?” He indicated the empty room. “All beavering some place.” Sean checked his watch. “Call them. I have something real nasty. First briefing at 1700 hours. I want everyone here.” Sean entered his cramped office at the back of the unit and threw the two files for Operation Poor Girl on his desk. Letters and memos were stacked neatly to one side by Heidi. Sean sat and opened the top file. The photo showed the mutilated corpse of a once beautiful woman. He visualised the blank face of a spectre in darkness and weariness was replaced by determination.
