For once, work had gone Darren’s way. He’d been on the eight-to- four training shift on district, and it had been so quiet there hadn’t been any point. He’d spent most of his day in the central nick with the current CSIs playing various card games with dead radio batteries.
Rachel had texted at four questioning his parentage and demanding he pick up the takeaway she’d ordered from the chippie at the end of the road. He called her a lazy cow for refusing to walk, but did as he was told anyway, and pulled up in front of the house with an unnecessarily enormous takeaway bag at quarter past five.
He was tired, but…all right, for once. He’d woken up okay, and he’d stayed okay, and it was a pleasant change from the dogged lethargy of the last week. He had to tread carefully, though, because Da
