Chapter 8

Detective Inspector Smith mumbled as he walked out of the forensic lab, feet scratching the tiled floor as he went.  

It was a dark corridor; full of twisted low ceilinged rooms, as he passed he noticed a potent smell of bleach rush up his nostrils.  Harper, who had rushed ahead, stopped and watched him approach.  At the entrance of the forensic building stood a figure, Smith taking an instant dislike observed that the man was about six foot two, dark hair and eyes, pale features, and wore the most unusual clothing. 

The boy looked no more then twenty, but had an aura about him that reflected confidence and boldness.  As he stared at Smith the boy reluctantly took a step forward, bowed in an old fashion way then he straightened up and extended his hand.  Smith not expecting such a gesture, especially from a ‘British teenager’, shook his hand tightly then released it.  The boy did not seem to even flinch at the strengt