Andy was stood opposite the large cork board in the corner of his office as his mind raced with ideas and theories as to who could be a potential suspect on the Rifkin case, a 14 year old boy who was stabbed to death.

He listened to the door opening and the familiar sound of your heels against the tiled floor. “Can you spare a minute?” He asked after a brief moment, his voice gruffer than usual, the exhaustion evident in his tone.