Chapter Thirty-Three
Chap felt uncomfortably alien in the inner sanctum. This was not a place he had ever had any desire to work in. He found it an unimpressive, uninviting environment. The ranks of Commissioned Officers were for others to aspire to, he believed. The administration floor was nothing more than a series of offices, sized, it seemed to Chap, according to the rank and importance of those who inhabited them; namely, the Senior Police Executives, many of whom spent their working days composing meaningless memos, and drafting nonsense notifications on matters of procedure. He believed only a few of these men and women were still in touch with the real world of policing, the coal face, the front line. Most busied themselves with the task of trying to look busy while preoccupied w
