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Caroline and Dexter left the interview room and glanced at their watches simultaneously.
‘Jesus,’ Dexter said. ‘Hardly worth going home at this point. Might as well nip to Boots for a toothbrush.’
Caroline straightened her spine and pushed her shoulders back, feeling and hearing the vertebrae cracking as she tried to settle into some sort of skeletal comfort. ‘I don’t know what I’m more worried about,’ she said. ‘Missing out on sleep or lying down and not being able to get back up again.’
‘It’s your age. Us young’uns can go all night. That’s not a come-on, by the way.’
Caroline laughed. ‘Don’t worry, Dex. I didn’t think in a million years it would be.’
‘We might as well call it a night,’ Dexter replied, thumbing a gesture towards the interview room. ‘If we keep him up any longer h
