Burke heard Nathan arrive in the outer office and spun around in his chair so he could pour out a mug of coffee, to which he added a generous amount of sugar.
“Here, I figure you can do with this,” he said, holding out the mug as Nathan entered the office.
Nathan took the proffered mug gratefully. “Thanks,” he said after a long sip, thankful that the drink was both strong enough and sweet enough to give him a much-needed kick.
“I take it what I heard is right and you were called back in last night,” Burke said as he watched Nathan gulp down the burning hot coffee.
Nathan was too busy drinking to do more than nod from his chair, which he all but fell into when he reached it.
“Something to do with a couple of assaults, on Steven Irish and Max Clarkwell.”
Nathan nodded again. “Clarkwel
