They found Black Maria standing in front of a large metal shipping container, which had been cleverly customised by Black Maria’s elusive workforce to act both as a holding cell and an interrogation room. The young man they had arrested for the murder of the family in Tooting earlier that week was sitting on a chair inside the container, still wearing his white paper suit and a vacant expression. He made no sound, and his chest did not appear to rise or fall, as if his breathing had stopped. He was staring straight ahead, his eyes unblinking, his mouth closed and his hands on his knees.
Black Maria had installed some crude lighting inside the container – very crude. It was a single bulb hanging from a nondescript flex, secured to the roof with black masking tape. In the corner, she had pl
