“Why don’t you go, Hank?” Amanda replied as she popped her head up from her files. “You haven’t had a break yet, and it’ll give you a chance to get away from this circus for a couple of hours. Any word on my warrant?”
“All good. JP signed it without question. But speaking of circus, Janelle Austin is at the front desk. Wants to speak to you.”
“I know,” Amanda sighed. “I saw her when I stepped out to speak to the unit commander. She can wait for the media scrum. Have we notified next-of-kin?”
“Not yet. Can’t find any.”
“Press release through Corp Comm. That always shakes someone out of the trees,” Amanda suggested. “And O’Shea? Is he going to do my warrant?”
“Why? We’ve got Griffiths and his team.”
“Yeah, I know, but I want O’Shea to go, too,” she said, logging into the computer in fr
