Suddenly, the sound of the handbrake being wrenched up broke the silence. The engine was off and his door was being opened. Gerald stepped out of the car, maintaining his calm demeanour, and walked alongside the policeman to a heavy metal door. The door opened and a tall, fat man with a massive bunch of keys invited him in. He was very polite, even offering a cup of tea to the both of them, which the policeman declined.
Sipping the tea, he looked around. This was much more modern than the last police station he had been in. There were cameras in the ceiling, flat screen monitors on the walls, computers being tapped away on and people walking around carrying mounds of paperwork. After about thirty minutes sat on a cold, hard seat, they called his name and he was taken to a high desk, behi
