Sandy waited in the foyer of the Victoria Police building in Spencer Street while the officer on the desk let Tomy know he was there.
‘She is sending someone to escort you to her office,’ she snarled in Sandy’s direction. ‘Wait over there.’ She pointed to a row of seats lined up in front of the window.
Sandy moved toward the seats, but remained standing. When he was in the Force, this officer would have spoken to him with deference to his position. A position he no longer had.
‘This way, Mr Sanderson,’ the young constable said, as he stepped out of the elevator.
‘Thank you. I can find it myself. I worked here for a long time,’ he grumbled so the constable could hear him.
‘So I believe. But you no longer do, so I will treat you as if you are a regular member of the public. Which you no
