“They'd have to be,” Gorman muttered, “to break into my office.”
“They left the rest of the building pretty much untouched,” Andy continued. “Whatever they were doing here,
whatever they were looking for... They knew it was in this room.”
“Is that right?” Gorman asked, wandering around his desk before stopping and picking up one of the damaged
folders. “It's gonna take a while before I can work out if anything was removed.” He glanced briefly at his safe in the corner
of the room. “There's no -”
Stopping suddenly, he felt his blood starting to run cold as he saw that the safe's door was hanging wide open. He
stared for a moment, convinced that somehow he was mistaken, but gradually a sense of fear began to creep up his back and
wrap its fingers over his shoulders.