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Culverhouse’s head was starting to buzz, either through exhaustion, stress or a caffeine overdose. He hoped it wasn’t the latter, though, as he poured himself another mug of black coffee.
‘Going to be a long day,’ Ryan said, as she sidled up next to him and made herself a cup of tea.
‘Mmmmm,’ came the response.
‘Any matches yet?’
Culverhouse looked at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
‘On the app.’
‘Don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Yes you do. I can tell. And I can tell something’s happened with it, too.’
‘Isn’t there some filing you can be getting on with?’
‘It’s my job to know when people are hiding something from me. Come on, out with it.
‘If it’ll bloody shut you up, I got a message from some woman yesterday.’
‘What did she say?’ Ryan asked.
Culverhouse took his
