Body bag after body bag was opened for Dimmock's inspection, yet each time he was doomed to disappointment.
Molly was increasingly uncomfortable with the underhand way they were doing this, and with each successive snarl of frustration she was wondering at her boyfriend's reaction.
It was a very long two hours, and more bodies were being brought in while they were there, but at last they had opened and checked every black PVC bag.
"I had hoped we would find at least one of them." Dimmock paced the mortuary floor. "Where the bloody hell are they?"
Molly kept quiet, but no sooner had her boyfriend decided that he needed to be back in Scotland Yard she returned to her desk and sat with her head in her hands.
"Everything alright?" Mike Stamford tapped at the door as he spoke. "I thought you might like a coffee break."
Gesturing to a coffee machine in the corner Molly got up and poured him a cup.
"What's up? Overworked and underpaid?" Mike grinned.
His jovial personality, usually infectious, didn't even raise a smile today and with a frown he closed the door and accepted the beverage.
"Tell me."
"I'm scared Mike, I thought Gerry wanted to find that missing scientist alive, but he's angry because he hasn't turned up dead in a body bag."