Liwu did not even get to look at the file before her uncle Aang showed up and teleported her and the Chief away. In a heartbeat, they were in Beijing, at the headquarters on the SOB.
She was familiar with the conference room as she had been there many times before. Inside: the president of the country, ministers in polished suits with furrowed brows, fire chiefs with deep scowls, three generals in uniforms, her mother, the police commissioner and her own husband, Weijun.
Liwu was ushered to the podium at the front.
Chief Abby whispered to her, "It is that fire, the case study from three years ago F560, fire bug. Brief them."
Liwu blinked. Brief them? I just got the file!
The president leaned forward. "Detective Liwu, this is your case. What do you know about the arsonist?"
