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to forgive her for not being around much lately. Or is that purely wishful thinking?
She quickly tidied her desk, then, with the report tucked under her arm stepped back into the incident room. The team listened without interruption as she read out the report, every gruesome detail.
Despite their best efforts, the group had come up with nothing further at the end of the day. Without a positive identification of the body, it was impossible for them to come up with any kind of motive for the crime. Lorne was sure now they were on the way to making a formal ID, things would start falling into place soon.
"Okay, we might as well call it a day. John, can you do one final job for me before you head off?"
"Sure, what's that, boss?" he asked, delighted to be singled out for the task.
"Organise a press conference for the morning, TV, newspapers and radio, we should have an ID on the body by mid-morning, so around eleven would be ideal."
"What about an incident van at the scene?" Tracy said, phone in hand poised ready for action.
"Good idea. I'll leave that with you, Tracy."
The young officer nodded, already dialling a number.
Lorne dismissed the team and made her way out to her car with Pete tagging along beside her.
"It's been a helluva day, boss."
"That it has, Pete. Hopefully, things will look a little clearer, tomorrow."
"Ah … hum … You don't think you're getting a bit too involved in this one, do you?"
She stopped abruptly. Frowning at him, she enquired, "What gives you that idea?"
They were outside the building now, there was still a lot of activity around the station, fewer officers clocking on than those coming off shift. Pete leaned forward and said in a hushed voice, "It's just that, well when you were giving us the low down on the PM report … um … you seemed a tad emotional. I was there today remember, you know, when you told Doreen about your little brother…"
"You're reading things into it, Pete. I'd say I was seething about the case rather than upset, every case touches us in some way, you know that. Be honest, hasn't this one affected you?"
"Not really, boss."
Flabbergasted by his admission, she asked, "Is that because the victim is a woman and not a man?"
"I can't believe you said that, boss. You know damn well, I treat every victim the same, no matter what gender they are."
"I apologise, I was out of order. There's a lot going on around me at the moment Pete, things I can't go into, but let me assure you, I'm not getting too involved , as you put it. This is the worst case we've had to deal with in a long time, even you have to admit that."
He nodded in agreement but didn't interrupt her.
"I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of this bastard, call it women's intuition, if you like. That, my dear chap, is why maybe I'm a little bit more emotional about this case than I should be."
He held his hands up. "I was just making sure, boss. I guess I've never seen you like this before, it's bound to make me wonder what's going on."
"Wonder away, Pete, but remember I didn't get to be an Inspector without some professionalism under my belt. Now if you don't mind, I have a husband and daughter I'm eager to get home to."
"You and Tom have made peace then?" he said nodding at the plaster still sitting above her eye.
"I believe so. What have you got planned for tonight, anything?"
"The usual, a few cans in front of the telly, a microwave meal I overheat at an extremely high temperature in case of salmonella, that ends up going crusty round the edges."
She knew he was fishing for an invite. Her heart went out to him, any other time she would have felt sorry enough to invite him back for a meal with the family. But not tonight, she really wasn't in the mood to socialise. Besides she had a lot of making up to do with Tom and she wouldn't be able to do that with Pete there. She bade him a guilty, ' have a good evening,' and headed off home.
Chapter Eleven
It was
She quickly tidied her desk, then, with the report tucked under her arm stepped back into the incident room. The team listened without interruption as she read out the report, every gruesome detail.
Despite their best efforts, the group had come up with nothing further at the end of the day. Without a positive identification of the body, it was impossible for them to come up with any kind of motive for the crime. Lorne was sure now they were on the way to making a formal ID, things would start falling into place soon.
"Okay, we might as well call it a day. John, can you do one final job for me before you head off?"
"Sure, what's that, boss?" he asked, delighted to be singled out for the task.
"Organise a press conference for the morning, TV, newspapers and radio, we should have an ID on the body by mid-morning, so around eleven would be ideal."
"What about an incident van at the scene?" Tracy said, phone in hand poised ready for action.
"Good idea. I'll leave that with you, Tracy."
The young officer nodded, already dialling a number.
Lorne dismissed the team and made her way out to her car with Pete tagging along beside her.
"It's been a helluva day, boss."
"That it has, Pete. Hopefully, things will look a little clearer, tomorrow."
"Ah … hum … You don't think you're getting a bit too involved in this one, do you?"
She stopped abruptly. Frowning at him, she enquired, "What gives you that idea?"
They were outside the building now, there was still a lot of activity around the station, fewer officers clocking on than those coming off shift. Pete leaned forward and said in a hushed voice, "It's just that, well when you were giving us the low down on the PM report … um … you seemed a tad emotional. I was there today remember, you know, when you told Doreen about your little brother…"
"You're reading things into it, Pete. I'd say I was seething about the case rather than upset, every case touches us in some way, you know that. Be honest, hasn't this one affected you?"
"Not really, boss."
Flabbergasted by his admission, she asked, "Is that because the victim is a woman and not a man?"
"I can't believe you said that, boss. You know damn well, I treat every victim the same, no matter what gender they are."
"I apologise, I was out of order. There's a lot going on around me at the moment Pete, things I can't go into, but let me assure you, I'm not getting too involved , as you put it. This is the worst case we've had to deal with in a long time, even you have to admit that."
He nodded in agreement but didn't interrupt her.
"I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of this bastard, call it women's intuition, if you like. That, my dear chap, is why maybe I'm a little bit more emotional about this case than I should be."
He held his hands up. "I was just making sure, boss. I guess I've never seen you like this before, it's bound to make me wonder what's going on."
"Wonder away, Pete, but remember I didn't get to be an Inspector without some professionalism under my belt. Now if you don't mind, I have a husband and daughter I'm eager to get home to."
"You and Tom have made peace then?" he said nodding at the plaster still sitting above her eye.
"I believe so. What have you got planned for tonight, anything?"
"The usual, a few cans in front of the telly, a microwave meal I overheat at an extremely high temperature in case of salmonella, that ends up going crusty round the edges."
She knew he was fishing for an invite. Her heart went out to him, any other time she would have felt sorry enough to invite him back for a meal with the family. But not tonight, she really wasn't in the mood to socialise. Besides she had a lot of making up to do with Tom and she wouldn't be able to do that with Pete there. She bade him a guilty, ' have a good evening,' and headed off home.
Chapter Eleven
It was
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