Chapter 14“Oh, God, oh God, oh God,” Paul said over and over again.
“Please stop fantasising about me and jerking off, Paul. I'm in the room now,” Angela said.
“Oh, God,” Paul repeated. He looked up and stared at his colleague. His desk was piled high with files and his computer screen was switched on. He looked serious and his eyes were watery as if he might cry. “These are the reports on John Baptiste,” he said. “He murdered both his parents. His father was a monster.”
Angela wandered over to Paul's desk.
“When did this come in?” she asked staring at the screen.
“I'm not sure, but the files only landed on my desk about an hour ago. The boss phoned and called me in. He said there'd been an incident last night, probably when you were out drinking with your new best friend, that cocky
