‘The Missus made too much lasagne.’ He shrugged. ‘She insisted.’ Kim smiled. ‘The Missus’ sent round a home-cooked meal every other week and was as charitable in nature as her husband. Kim remembered some months earlier when Bryant had rescued a Staffordshire bull terrier and her pups from a flat on the notorious Hollytree estate. The puppies had been saved from a life of dog fighting and the mother from constant litters until her ultimate fate as bait in the dog ring. The Bryant family had reared the pups and found them homes with family and friends, keeping the mother for themselves. ‘So, what do you really want?’ she asked, reaching for a second mug. ‘Well, I’ve been thinking …’ She smacked her brow. ‘Bryant, I’ve told you about dangerous activity.’ He narrowed his gaze. ‘Kim, did you just make a funny?’ She shrugged. ‘I think you need to let the Ruth Willis case go. You seem obsessed with Doctor Thorne and it’s not going to do you any good.’ ‘Oh really, well guess who I bumped into today?’ Kim was careful not to say where.
