Jim was a mild-mannered man, nice enough if a little too pessimistic some of the time. He nodded wearily toward her greeting and for a moment looked like his welcome would be restricted to a vague nod of his head and waft of the papers he was poring over that might just about constitute a wave... But he was a decent, friendly sort - more so when he was awake and alert, admittedly, but even now - and he pushed an unwilling smile onto his lips, showing a glimmer of teeth from between them. "Early start... Very early. Murder case, won't bore you with the details." He shrugged as though to say there was nothing to be done, but the bags under his eyes suggested there was no way he could really be as understanding about the midnight call-in as he seemed. It rarely transferred to getting much done any faster, anyway, but there was a force-wide drive to be vigilant at all hours of the day. "What brings you in?" His eyes rolled when she told him; it was just that obviously a mundane case. "Bloody hell, have a good day, if yeh can." There was a second glimmer of a smile, this one reassuring and somehow apologetic in nature. He returned to his work, though, leaving Amanda to hers.<br/><br/>The files contained little more information than she'd been told previously, but it proved a useful way to kill the half an hour it took before her phone disturbed the quiet of the office. Jim had already left and noone else had yet arrived, so the noise caught her attention immediately and snapped her out of the almost automated drag of her eyes over text on the screen. "Morning Amanda, Jill here. We've tracked down the vehicle... It came from and ended up at the same address, one 13 Harpend Close. Says there's a fellow called Mark Bolton living there... A few minor crimes to his name, nothing major. Possible links to a gang calling themselves the Devilz - with a z, why would you bloody well do that? - though they're pretty small fry, too... Anyway, this van, right? It was registered as stolen a few years ago - no surprise there - but I'm going to leave it up to you to work why whoever did this drove back to their house. Oh, and there's no sign of them transferring the drugs out of the van, but there's a few minutes we can't account for so no promises. Sounds weird that they'd leave it in the back, though, right?" The tracking team had been at work, and Jill - the head of one of the three-man units assigned to each case - had come up trumps. She was pleased enough with herself that her words blurted down the line, assaulting Amanda's ear before she had a chance to respond.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>