(All persons and events depicted in this story are fictitious, any similarity to real life is purely coincidental.)
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'There is no good ending to this.'
Sam Hansome slides the file he is holding across DI Anne Talantad's desk as she looks up from her computer screen.
'This' He taps the file to emphasise his point. 'No good ending.'
'Is this another of your hunches?' Anne sighs, stretches slightly and flips open the file and skims the newspaper cuttings inside. 'No...no..not our remit...already dead...Sam, this isn't like you, to bring me... this, whatever this is.' She shakes her head and pushes the file back towards him. 'We have enough unfinished cases without taking on international murders. Not that we would be allowed to anyway. Now, it's six pm and, if I am to have a hope in hell of making it to the dinner tonight, I need another hour clear to finish this paperwork.'
'The dinner?' For a moment Sam can feel a pang of jealousy rise in his gut. Was she seeing someone? New Year, new relationship?
'Oh, just a team building thing at Head Office. Leaders of the Future or something like that. But they've made it black tie. Don't own a tux do you?' Anne smiles at the look of alarm on Sam's face as he starts to retreat to the door.
'If you're looking for something to do, find me our missing organs guy!' she yells after him as he leaves.
'He's in the file.' Sam points to her desk.
Anne watches him go and then shakes her head. Cheap shot to say the organs guy is in the file. She returns to her computer screen but after five minutes gives up. Sam had a way of getting under her skin. She stares at the file then pulls it to her, opens it and starts to read.