Soon, I was settled in to cleaning the front office. I was bent over stacking the paper by the copy machine when I heard your voice suddenly behind me..."Would you mind coming in my office for a moment?" you forced out in your best gruff manner. And turning quickly you went back into your office and sat at the desk.Straightening my skirt and making sure the buttons on my shirt were undone just enough, I followed."Yes, sir?" I asked, not able to hide my smile."Would you help me get this pile of. He can give us all the information we need. Inside info and the like. I applied for a job up there to get a look but I got nowhere." Yeah right," he said, getting up. "Oli won't give us jack. We ain't doing it if we need Oli."Emma took a deep breath and pointed aggressively at her ex-lover. "OK. You go back to nicking CDs and DVDs off Woolworths or raiding Post Offices or whatever you think you can get away with, because this is a big job and it ain't going to be easy but I've done a couple of. ’ I said. ‘Now tell me again guys, what exactly Sharples’ role at the crime scene was? Who got here first, by the way?’ ‘Two uniformed officers responded to the anonymous call about gunfire.’ said Theo. ‘Patrolmen Phil Goodwright and Jeremy Hatch.’ ‘Jesus H. Christ, who sent Hatch to a report of gunfire in the area?!’ I asked, the explosion in my voice shocking everyone. ‘Captain Ross, remind me to find out just who the hell allowed that to happen.’ Hatch was a really inept officer, who should. For some reason, that made her feel better.Umbrellas up once again, they made the not quite dash into the courtyard, and up the stairs. Anthony, despite the inner need to do this quickly, before the attention of some unknown bad thing fell on them, kept to an Alicia and Hannah friendly pace. The protective side of him wished they had been sent back to the ship. Who knew what they were getting into. But, that would have involved yet another splitting of the group. They were too divided as it.