Eadan crossed the short distance from the street to the police station and took the few stairs to where the security guard was sitting.
The man looked exactly the way Eadan had assumed he would- it was an older man, his hair already turning white at the temples. He was slumping over his desk and was dressed in a heavy jacket.
Eadan had noticed older people were always cold, and they wore heavy jackets even when it wasn’t that cold.
A chill went through Eadan’s body, but that was for a different reason.
The man was reading something distractedly, perhaps a newspaper, or he was trying to solve a crossroad under the yellow light of the small box he was sitting in.
The man adjusted his glasses and frowned over the paper.
Once Eadan approached, he saw it was the latter and the man w
