Maggie knocked on the door to Sid Routman's office, and after they'd gotten an absentminded "enter" in reply, they both stepped in.<br/>Sid Routman was a man with black and grey hair, and a slightly receding hairline. He was just under six feet tall and looked fairly healthy for his age, though age and good cooking was finally starting to catch up to him. He couldn't have many years left in the force, Gina figured, he must be well past 60 by now. He was wearing a plain, brown suit, but had ditched the suit coat for a warm cardigan. He had his glasses pushed up on his forehead. It looked like he was rumaging through his desk. The desk lamp was the only illumination in the neat office.<br/>"Ah, Brenda!" Sid said as the two girls stepped into the room, "I can't seem to find my glasses. I'm sure I had them a minute ago..." Maggie leaned closer to Gina and whispered:<br/>"Brenda was a receptionist that worked here four years ago. I'm trying not to take it personal, it's just the way he is." With a louder voice she said: "You've got them on you, Mr R." Sid looked a bit suprised, then he touched his glasses with his hand and put them back on the bridge of his nose again, with a relieved expression on his face. "Thank you Brenda, I thought I'd be here all night. It's awfully chilly in here, don't you think?" He started signing some papers while Maggie replied:<br/>"Yes Mr R." She whispered to Gina again: "He always complains that it's cold, but today I agree with him myself." With a louder voice again she said: "Dropping of someone for you, your new detective." She turned to Gina once more. "I've got to get back to work, I've got 45 minutes before I can go home. You know where to find me, right?" Without waiting for Gina's reply she was out of there, leaving the two detectives alone.<br/>Sid gave Gina a grandfatherly smile. "So, you are the new girl then? A pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand.