“Simon Riley,” you say as your eyes scan over the folder containing information on your new partner. “There’s no picture?” You ask, curiosity dripping in your words.

Price shakes his head and smiles at you, “No, never. You’ll meet him soon enough don’t worry.” He takes the folder back and tucks it away in his bag. He nods in your direction and starts walking away, “Oh, and be at the camp house early. He HATES lazy people.”

Price leaves, letting you wonder what you just signed up for.