He even remembered they were meeting friends for a drink that evening. But when his work phone rang soon after he reached the house, he answered without hesitation. He would never have admitted as much to Bev, but he was eager to get back to the station and find out how things were going. Checking online or by phone wasn’t the same as being there, in the bustle and pressure of the physical team. Her expression darkened when he said he was on his way before he rang off. ‘What did you say?’ Her eyes grew bright with anger as he gave an apologetic shrug and explained he had to go. ‘Go where?’ ‘I’ve got to go and follow something up.’ ‘You can’t. It’s Sunday. It’s your day off. You’ve only just got home.’ ‘Unfortunately there’s no law that says people can’t be killed at weekends. It would make my life a whole lot easier if there was.’ ‘You’re not supposed to be working today. We’ve arranged to go out later on.’ ‘You’ll have to go without me.’ ‘You know I can’t.’ Losing patience, he spoke harshly.
