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Nathan stood at the back of the room, sipping a cup of the weak coffee provided by the vending machine in the station’s canteen. Like his partner, he was no more than an observer to the press conference that was about to start, but he was okay with that since he didn’t like dealing with the press, especially en-masse.
“I don’t get it,” Georgie whispered, keeping her voice low so it couldn’t be heard by the assorted journalists and reporters in the room. “Why is the DCI giving the press conference instead of you? It’s your case, you know about it. Why are we even having a press conference? Surely the case isn’t important enough for that, especially when it’s only a day old.”
“Collins is doing what the superintendent wants,” Nathan said, knowing that not so long ago the DCI would have
