‘Max, I’ve got my best suit on,’ he said chuckling, ‘I’m home,’ Dylan shouted, as he ran straight up the stairs to change. Max bounded after him. Jen heard the bedroom door slam and Max’s excited bark outside it. ‘It’s worse than having two flaming kids about the place,’ she said, raising her eyebrows, as Max hurtled back down the stairs and along the hallway, skidding around the kitchen door, on the tiles. ‘Steady, you silly boy, you’ll hurt yourself,’ Jen scolded, as his legs splayed so he came to rest on his belly, panting furiously. Dylan walked in, carrying his shirt for the wash. His mobile vibrated in his tracksuit trousers pocket, just as he stood before her and held her face in his hands. ‘’What now?’ He groaned, as he reached for it with one hand and held her hand in the other. ‘DI Dylan?’ asked the caller. ‘Yes, speaking, whom am I speaking to?’ he replied, pulling a face and hunching his shoulders at Jen. ‘Boss, sorry it’s a bad line.
