Chapter Eleven
“Hello.” The voice echoes across the warehouse from the doorway. A frozen fish is thrown into the crushed ice. The crate is nearly full. The heavily dressed process worker packs more ice over the neat rows of eyes which stare blankly up at him then places the crate on top of a huge stack. Jacqueline and Matilda walk quickly in through the service entry. The factory is very cold, their breath cascades out before them as they steam towards the man. He looks subdued. Sad.
“Hello. Detective Saint city Drug Squad. Can you direct us to the manager please, we have a few questions!”
“Oh. Can I help? The Boss is not here as yet, he is down with one of our boats at the dry dock. It sadly blew up, we lost our crew.”
“Very sorry. Yes, in that case you may be able too. We are interes
