Ten Second Staircase
“He slammed through the offices one after the other, searching for a scapegoat or something to hurl, knowing that he could blame no-one but himself, but it was dawn on Saturday morning, and the building was nearly empty. He had not expected the detectives to call his bluff by refusing receipt of the third cadaver, slyly returning the body to its resting place via a couple of taciturn orderlies at University College Hospital. This was going to be trickier than he thought. At least the gloves were off now. His ambition had been made clear, as had their intention to fight back. 'Where the hell are they?' he shouted at his secretary in passing. 'There's no answer from the PCU. They can't all be out on assignment. Don't they realise this is their last weekend in full employment? What the bloody hell is going on?' 'What else could I do?' asked May. 'We're running out of time.' 'I don't need to remind you what happened before,' Longbright warned. She had returned to find a lead on the remaini...ng constable who had registered as a witness on May's 'confession,' an e-mail from a colleague who remembered the officer's married name.MoreLess
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