Chapter 4
Long after his normal working hours, City of London Police Superintendent Edwin Stewart sat in an unusually neat office.
His broad wooden slab of a desk was clear, as were the two scuffed and scarred work tables against the walls. All the shelves above the tables and drawers below were freshly cleared and organized.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the tops of any of those surfaces under his normal stacks and drifts of paper and clutter.
The weathered and marked maps of the city inside and out of his precinct looked stark pinned against the walls now. Nothing else drew the eye away from how old and shabby they were.
He’d even gone to the trouble of pulling out all those drawers and sweeping behind them, and crawling under his desk while he was at it.
Rather than
