Judas and Sergeant Lace returned to the 7th floor. Sergeant Henshaw had allowed them to keep the blue file and the photographs. The images were strange. They seemed to be changing; the layers of colour were softening and they appeared to be losing their sharpness. Lace noticed it first and when she showed them to Judas he nodded and asked her to lay them out on the desk and try to take a shot of them all. Lace fiddled with her smartphone, adjusting the settings of the camera before taking as many shots as she could and sharing them to her laptop.
“How many people do we need to transport, Lace?” said Judas.
“Well, Sir, we have twelve people from the bar, the young man in the cell, and one dead body. Thirteen living and one dead,” she replied.
Judas scribbled a note on a piece of A4 paper
