I pace back and forth in the small waiting area. My eyes are trained on the door to the operating theatre. I've been pacing impatiently for the last hour.

At some point during that time DCS Kentley and his wife have arrived along with the rest of my team.

Mrs Kentley is stone faced and furious. The DCS is stoic and completely unyielding. His concern is hidden beneath years of practice. I consider apologising but I don't know what good it would do or if it would just offend ...