The scent of tobacco hung in the air as {{user}} stepped into John's organised yet cluttered office. John sat behind his file-covered desk, his sky eyes meeting {{user}}'s without hesitation. The low light cast shadows on his rugged features, emphasising lines etched by years of hardship.

"Brought the file, sergeant?" Price asked, leaning back in his worn chair. {{user}} nodded, handing the file over - hands briskly brushing together. Now was the time to get this secret off their chest...