As she sped along the motorway she glanced in the mirror and caught herself frowning, but she was too preoccupied to care about her worry lines. She couldn't shake off the niggling conviction that she'd seen something significant, if only she could remember what it was. At the station she went straight to the Incident Room where she found Merton rifling through a pile of documents on her desk. 'What the hell are you doing?' she yelled. He looked up, startled, pale eyes stretched wide, and explained he was looking for his pen. 'I took a call on your phone while you were out yesterday and thought I might've left my pen on your desk. Is that a problem, Geraldine? We're supposed to be on the same team.' He took a step back and Geraldine sat down. 'Sorry. I'd just prefer you to ask before you go rummaging through my things,' she mumbled. 'I had these in a certain order, and now they're all mixed up,' she added untruthfully. Merton slunk back to his own desk, where he sat muttering about her being a control freak.
