The morning had run quite smoothly for DCI Alan Johnson, allowing him and his sergeant to catch up with some paperwork. Superintendent Blake was a stickler for having all paperwork up-to-date and filed away. The superintendent had only been at the Newcastle Police Station for a few months, but already he had upset several officers due to his fixed ideas on how things ought to be done.
“Okay, that"s sorted,” Alan said, throwing a bunch of papers in the out-tray. “Shall we pop out for a bite to eat? It"s on me.”
“Aren"t we supposed to file everything?” Sergeant Andrews asked.
“I just did.” Alan nodded towards the tray on his desk. “It"s all on the computer, anyway. If the superintendent wants it placed somewhere else, then he can pick it up and do it himself.”
The sergeant looked back do
