Sally sunk back into her chair, her eyes on the DI, rubbing at her bruised wrist.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"That depends on you." Greg looked down at her from where he leant against the door. "I need to be sure I can trust you."
"Hah! That's rich, coming from someone who is obviously working with one of our most vicious gang leaders."
"You think so?" the older man shook his head gently. "You realise how bad it looks for you passing information to that same gang leader's girlfriend?"
"But I didn't know!" Sally insisted, her voice rising sharply as she tried to make her point. "She was an old school friend! And if her boss didn't know what hope could I have?"
Hazel eyes bored into her as she stared back up at him, and after a few minutes Greg seemed to come to a decision.
Glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure no-one else was listening in he stepped away from the door, moving round to sit back behind his desk. Her eyes followed him as he moved.
"God help me if I've read you wrong here Sally," he said at last. "But I'm willing to take that chance and trust you."
He leaned forward.
"I'm working for someone who wants Barrymore broken."