A LITTLE OVER HALF an hour after being woken, Melissa walked into the station, dressed in a fresh uniform.
“Where’s the DI?” she asked as she screwed up the wrapper from the chocolate bar she had eaten on the way there and threw it in the bin. The chocolate had given her a bit of energy, but she still felt as though she needed about a gallon of coffee if she was going to make it through what remained of the morning, let alone the rest of the day.
“He’s in Mitchell’s office,” Pritchard said. “He’s been waiting for you.”
“Thanks. What’s he like?” Melissa asked. It was because of her the inspector was there, but she couldn’t help feeling a significant amount of nerves, which slowed her pace to a crawl as she headed down the passage.
Pritchard shrugged. “He seems alright. I’ve barely met h
