And I’m late for yet another briefing. Williams picked up his coat and flung it over his shoulder.
His phone chimed, and he was about to ignore it and walk out but glanced first at the caller ID display. The ravaged face now showing from the workstation halted him in his tracks.

       Shit, Williams thought. Precisely what I don’t need.

       The Unit One commander held a hand over the menu on his desk for a long while before deciding to answer.

       “Deputy Chief Constable Williams’ office...”
       “Deputy Chief Constable.”
       “Afternoon, Ace. What can I do for you?”
       “That’s ‘M...

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