Chapter 9
The next morning Sullivan arrived at the office early. The only one to beat him was Helen.
“Good morning Helen. Any important messages?”
“Just a couple routine ones. They are on your desk.”
Settling into his chair, he brushed the messages aside after glancing at them. He twirled the sharpened pencil with his fingers before sticking it in the ceiling. He wanted the DNA report, but knew he would have to wait until at least noon. As he sat there, he watched the rest of his team arrive and filter into the conference room. By eight o'clock all that were able were present. Sheila Holden was filling in for Jones who would be recovering for some time. She stood about five six, weighed about one forty and looked to be in her mid thirties, pretty in a rugged way. She had re
