Tea with Retcon, almost a get-together party

We’ve got a new co-worker! And she’s a lot of fun. She managed to steal the evidence I also tried to steal – and that was a good competition, imagine we were both there at the same time, a marvelous yet unstated competition and race against time and each other. She’s a bit uptight too, but, well, who wouldn’t be uptight in her place, bearing in mind Eric’s exquisite communication and poisoning skills. Still, she’s smart enough to sort stuff out. And she’s even got her own lab! (Or rather, she had it. I’m not sure she’ll be going back there. What a pity.) Also, she’s got a problem. And I don’t mean that dull boyfriend of her. A serious problem. As far as I know, she heard about OUR sample of alien shit from some police guy (was it McKennith? McKinnon? Whatever). Who apparently isn’t the person she thought he was. See, police officers who are supposed to get promoted shouldn’t disappear for whole weeks and avoid their co-workers. They also aren’t supposed to get into drugs, and this guy was seriously addicted. Then, no one has been in his flat for, like, little less than a month. I hope he’s not rotting there (though that’s one of my guesses). I’m placing my bets on that someone decided to impersonate that McKennith guy for some reason. This brings new questions: who? For what reason? And on the top of that, we’ve got petrol companies and secret meetings held in the hours of early morning. Also, as far as I can tell, the shining star of organic chemistry that checked out OUR sample had something to do with fuels, too. Can’t wait to see these bits forming a bigger picture together, really!