HER FIRST ASSIGNMENT

Amy Johnson knocked once on the door and entered his office. She tried to look afraid but every nerve in her body was trembling with sickening, uncontrollable fear. From the moment she'd set eyes on those uniformed men outside, she'd not been the same ever since.

"What is it, Amy?" Mr. Peterson asked, looking up from his computer.

He looked serious as ever, with his erudite face and long, lean nose, propping out on his face like a perfectly carved mold sitting on his skin.

He looked tired too; the result of trying to finish up all the pending work affairs that he'd missed during the period that he was resting at home, in one week.

"There's someone here to see you," she quivered. "Two people actually."

She'd caught his attention now. His forehead broke into slits.

"Who are they?"

"Police officers." She swallowed, then corrected herself immediately. "Detectives, actually."

Mr Peterson braced himself to receive the unwelcome visitors.

"Let them in."

Amy looked like she wanted to