Francis Talley walked into the caf? with a worried look on his face. "paperwork, paperwork always with the damn paperwork." he thought. He didn't know who invented filling documents in triplicate, but he hated him with a passion. He was starting to feel more like a bureaucrat than a policeman.
Still, the mountain of paperwork seemed to be shrinking slowly and he had a little time to relax in the caf?. He got himself a croissant and went straight to the table where Leon was sitting at.