The universe wants to play with you (part 25)

We've found the head.

Quigg felt as if it was him who'd gone into another dimension. The 'investigation' was so strange, like a circus, dozens just milling around in a supposed top secret national security case, a mixture of people who seemed unlikely investigators and some straight out of central cop/agent casting. The American wasn't an American; he was an Australian, Ray Bergquist, the replacement for the unfortunate Dame Gunnarson.

The head is in Dunedin.

Now Quigg was sitting on a military plane for the first time, wondering what madness would be next, at least with Bergquist not on board, he wouldn't be called 'Dr Quigg' all the time. Being military, seats were in odd places, his back was wedged against the side with his head level with a window; he chosen this space so no-one would sit next to him.

It was found in a box.

A paranoid feeling that this was a show for his sake flitted through his mind until swatted away by the entirely rational response, who would bother. In a way, the lack of the paranoia option meant things really were bad; they really didn't have a clue, especially flying everyone to Dunedin. What was the point?

The head was in the police station, they could have just sent it up by courier. He could just see them walking down George St, asking passers-by, 'Have you recently broken through space and time and accidentally decapitated someone?'

The head is in the police station.

It was 5 already, still more people coming on board. Looking out of the window, there were 4 dwarves on the way to the steps. Jeez, must be serious.
'Hi Gillespie, can I squeeze in next to you?' A Chinese woman he'd never seen before, smiling broadly, dressed in a business suit with a large briefcase was already bending herself into the seat next to him. A normal sized seat, hampered by a really low ceiling which meant she had to sit at a dangerous angle as if she was going to fall into Quigg's lap at the slightest turbulence.

We must reunite the head with its body.

'I'm Ellis Zhang',

offering him her hand. Reluctant to talk, Quigg opted for pleasantries. 'So what's your role then, Ellis?'
'Well, I'm actually a triple agent for the CIA, the Chinese Security Services and SIS here in New Zealand.'
'That must keep you busy, so do you get 3 pay packets?'
'Ha, ha..I'm joking, of course. No, I'm only a double agent really, China and New Zealand.'
And why not, he thought.
'So what do you think really happened? Is the video footage real or is it just a cover?'
'If it's not real, how did her head get to Dunedin so quickly? Courier?'
'Could have been driven.'
'Timings don't work with the ferry.'
'Private plane.'
''Wasn't one.'
'Don't quote Sherlock Holmes or I won't speak to you.'
'So what do you think happened?'
'No idea, to be honest. Just find this space/time gap too much to believe. Maybe it's not her head?'
'It is.'

We will use all our resources to catch the killers.

'How are you going to find the time travellers?'
'They didn't need to go through time just space, I don't know. I think it's unlikely we'll find them. They could be anywhere. Maybe they're back in Wellington'
'I thought you were the expert. Ray said you were.'
'Well, I'm not. I'm an expert on nothing.'
'Look, I'm going to find another seat or I'm going to break my neck. See you later.'
Quigg closed his eyes; this was only the start.