‘Not a thing you should say to a lady, but you look tired,’ Ted announced bluntly. He wasn’t looking good himself yet, or anything like it, but a whole lot better than he had, considering he’d been pushed three storeys down a fire escape when struggling with the toerag he was apprehending. His leg was still in traction, but some of the bruises on his face were healing.
‘Well, I’m no lady, so I don’t mind. But tired isn’t in it. Knackered, more like it.’
‘Case going badly?’
It wasn’t that. For the first time in her life, she was sleeping badly, worried about Ben. Worried about the promotion board, too, though she wasn’t going public on that. She was beginning to feel superstitious, talking about it, even to Ted Carmody, whom she’d trust with her life. Especially Ted. The big Liverpudlian
