McCrabban holding a mug of coffee.“Thank you,” I said, sitting up in the sleeping bag and taking it. “What time is it?”“Nine,” McCallister said.“What day is it?” I asked.“Sunday,” Crabbie said.“You two came in on a Sunday? Why?” I wondered.“Well, I have a press conference to prepare for tomorrow and Crabbie and you are on an active murder investigation,” McCallister said.Crabbie grinned. “And we’re all on time and a half!” he announced with glee.“I’ve been here since four.”“Sleeping time doesn’t count,” McCallister said.I sipped the machine coffee. “I was just resting my eyes,” I muttered.McCallister rubbed my head. “Back to the coalface for me,” he said.Crabbie was wearing a suit today. As a detective he normally wore his own clothes which consisted of various outlandish jackets, shirts and ties. I hadn’t seen him in a proper suit before.“What gives with the threads?” I asked.“Had church this morning. And this evening. You wanna come?
