Work went with him on the journey home via a hands’ free headset. He parked the Porsche at Old Hunstanton, on the sandy lane that curved down to the lifeboat house and the beach beyond. Unclipping his earpiece, he slipped into the RNLI store to change into his kit to run the mile to Surf!. For those precious five minutes he would be alone, two worlds slipping by, the sea to the left, the dunes to the right; alone with his heartbeat: a steady eighty beats a minute. Ahead lay home, where he could use the office PC to Skype the team. Later, George Valentine would ring, usually from the garden of the Artichoke or the Red House yard.When they’d fled London he’d promised Lena they’d have a life outside the Job, that he’d see Fran most evenings, that they’d exist as a family, however briefly, once a day, every day. She’d left behind a high-profile career as a lawyer, he’d left the Yard’s armed response unit. They didn’t want to spend ‘quality time’ with each other, or Fran, they wanted to share a life.
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