Gene swung the doors of CID open, avoiding the gaze of all the officers in the room. Storming in, he paused in front of Alex's desk, taking a glance at her name plate through the corner of his eye.
DI Alex Drake.
He reached out his gloved hands and flipped the name plate over.
The crowd of officers in the room rose from their various seats, dropped their cigarettes and newspapers, and bowed their heads. Those who were wearing hats, doffed them.
Gene spared a short look towards his DS Ray Carling and DC Chris Skelton. He caught their glances towards him, but didn't dare to look them in the eyes. He headed straight for his office, swinging the door open violently and slamming it behind him even harder. The odd brave officer in the CID office peered through the blinds to see how their DCI had reacted, but soon looked away in horror. Gene immediately flailed his arms in every direction, knocking over filing cabinets, splaying mountains of files, flipping over his entire desk and smashing the computer on it, all in a matter of seconds.
Not a word was spoken.
