The morning brought rain. Not a heavy downpour but the sort of drizzle that soaked you in seconds. However, the sky was blue with just a few patches of rain-bearing clouds. The English detective walked into the police precinct, where he was met with the sort of stares that burn straight through you.
‘Morning,’ he greeted the desk Sergeant, though he did not expect a response. ‘Friendly bunch,’ he muttered under his breath.
As he left the elevator, the mood was chilling. Everyone stared at Steel as though he had just murdered a cop, not saved one. He made his way to the coffee room, where two female officers talked.
‘Morning,’ he said, raising his hand as a greeting wave. But the officers just gave him a dirty look and left by the other door. OK, I can see this is going to be a fun-packe
