(Ryan’s point of view)
I look down at my watch, I have been waiting half an hour for the investigator to turn up. I spin round on my chair to look outside my window again, it looks like it has started raining, ‘maybe that is what is holding the investigator up’ I think to myself. I start to get irritated with the wait, after I few seconds I turn away from the window and sit down back at my desk. I drum my fingers on my desk a couple of times before I pick up the phone. “Lisa, where is the investigator?” I shout down the phone, not caring who hears me. “Erm sir they said they would send someone over straight away” she reply’s in a whisper, does she really think that what she just said would make me happy? “I will call them back straight away” she quickly mutters out before I c
