Chapter 5: The Things That Were HiddenThe Brick Lane Metropolitan Police Station was inconspicuously hidden within a façade ugly enough to blend in with its Whitechapel surroundings. The two storey building seemed seamlessly wedged in between a Bangladeshi café and a dodgy bureau de change. Another café was opposite, and further down the road were enough fast food places to cater to every and any copper’s palate, even taking into account that at least three of the Take Outs were mere set ups for other, shadier business enterprises.
After entering the station and passing the reception, but not venturing far enough to where two small holding cells and three offices were housed, officers and visitors encountered two staircases winding in two different directions. One went up, one went down.
