Inside the building, Tony sat at his desk just as there was an electronic ping from his computer. He placed the hotdog down on a clear space of his desk and searched for the email he had just gotten. He smiled as he saw that it was a message from Traffic, with five attachments: it was the CCTV footage from the bridge—five views from different cameras. Three were street views, and the others were from the bridge. Coreman was at the ME’s trying to get anything from CSU on any of the cases. Tony had sent him because he was a new face, a face that hadn’t pissed them off – yet.
pingHe played the footage in turn. The street views seemed uneventful: just lots of early-morning traffic. Then he opened the next attachment and sat back to watch. Grabbing his meal, he settled down for another hour of
