Opening his office door, Greg sent an officer to the canteen to pick him up a coffee, then shut himself back in and once more picked up his phone.
As his call was answered he could hear the sound of traffic in the background, muted and muffled.
"Can you talk?"
"In a cab, can listen though. What's up?"
"Not sure, maybe nothing, but Barrymore has summoned me to his office."
"That doesn't sound good. What do you need?"
"Sending up a prayer that I can pull this off would be a start," Greg laughed, but there was little humour in it. "That aside, if I don't make it out of there in one piece there's something that I need you to do for me."
"Anything Greg, you know that."
Yeah, I know." He paused as the officer knocked on the door and delivered the beverage, nodding his thanks and waiting until the door was once more firmly shut. "You know my sergeant, Sally Donovan? She's using my place as a safe house. If I don't get back keep her safe for me?"
"Of course. I'll get someone to keep an eye on you at Barrymore's too, just in case."
"Thanks for everything John," he said as he finished the call. "You're not just a good guy; you're one of the best."