Chapter 14
Edwin Stewart was amazed at how quickly his office at City of London Police headquarters regained its former cluttered glory.
A renewed effort to find any notes relating to whatever happened to Rob McDuff in his custody did a huge part of the damage. None of the stacks and piles and drifts of paper had given him the slightest bit of information on that count.
The usual work coming into his office piled up, of course, with a steady stream of paperwork thrown about as carelessly as ever.
By the time his favored patrol officers arrived barely an hour after his disastrous meeting with Henry Wells, the office looked and even managed to smell almost exactly as it had before.
More tobacco than he normally consumed in several days’ time accounted for the thick, hazy air, as well as
