Morres came back inside his office. Rachel followed and shut the door. The windows were open but made no difference to the sweat box room of books, files and dust and the fan just blew that hot air and dust into the air.
‘Any news on the Legada coma?’ he said.
‘Same,’ replied Rachel.
‘So. Ashlen,’ said Morres, hoping the sweat above his eyebrows wouldn’t drip over his nose and plunge free and downward, only serving to diminish the respect of this younger detective. ‘Just a feeling but I heard something the other day that made me think.’
‘Think about what, Ray?’ said Rachel, taking a seat and twitching her nose to prevent what might possibly be an unladylike sneeze.
‘The only thing that even got close to different about that day was the trees.’
‘Trees?’
‘Yeh that junior student teac
