Chapter Thirty“That was me,” Andrews mumbled, looking back up the stairs.
Still sitting on the stairs, only a short distance from Sandra's room, he threw his head back down into his hands.
“What are you talking about? What was you?” Alan replied, sharply. Though he was trying hard to keep his patience, it didn't seem to be working. “For heaven's sake, Andrews, what have you done?”
There was a long silence before Michael looked up to reply. “I told the man to alter the mechanism above Sandra's door.”
Alan was so shocked, he was lost for words. Had he been talking to a suspect in some investigation, there wouldn't have been a problem. He was used to that. Therefore, he would have carried on asking questions, no problem. But this was his sergeant he was talking to; a man he trusted. Yet A
