SEVEN
McCall sat patiently in the ME’s office, awaiting the arrival of Tina. McCall looked at the clock on the wall – it was around quarter to eight, and she knew Tina was always in at half-past. As she lifted the coffee cup to her lips, the doors burst open and Tina danced in. McCall watched intently as her friend fluttered about, getting her stuff together as per normal, but she was on cloud nine. Tina did not notice McCall sitting on the edge of her desk, watching her display. To McCall’s surprise, Tina began to sing and then McCall knew that last night had been a good one. Tina spun around as if she were giving a music concert and looked up, straight into the eyes of McCall; Tina froze in position as her friend walked forwards, holding two coffees.
“Morning,” McCall said, holding he
