Chapter 38
Douglas Brown pressed the buttons on the vending machine and watched his coffee cup drop down onto the tray and fill with black liquid, quickly followed by white, frothy milk. He grabbed it, winced as he burned his fingers and walked back to his desk where another pile of paperwork had magically appeared. The detective inspector cleaned his glasses on his shirt and blew the top of the coffee in an attempt to cool it down. The first report was from the forensics at the scene of the explosion in Causeway Bay.
He read for two minutes then jumped out of his seat, walking briskly to the chief inspector’s office and knocked rapidly before poking his head around the door.
“Chief?”
Johnson nodded, gesturing for him to come in.
“Report from forensics. The explosion at Causeway Bay w
