Grace made her way up to the third floor, passed through a large open office. Outside the office she sought, a sour-faced civilian secretary asked, ‘Can I help you?’
‘DCI Swan, Superintendent Claybourne has asked to see me.’
‘He’s rather busy now, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. Or better still, come back later.’
‘Considering he called me less than five minutes ago and I am in the middle of an intensive murder investigation, I don’t think I’ll be waiting, do you?’ Grace answered firmly, making it clear that she had no intention going away.
‘I’ll see what I can do,’ the secretary said, reluctantly picking up her phone and pressing the button for a pre-set number.
‘Yes sir, sorry to disturb you but I have a DC Swain here, she says she has an appointment with you?’ she asked. ‘Very go
