Elford found Summers in the break room, a small seven-by-seven room with space enough for a worktop that held a microwave, kettle, coffee machine and a couple of mugs. Underneath this was a fridge and a waste bin. This was a quick stop place – grab your brew and leave kind of thing. Most of the officers and detectives used the canteen, but this was a quick fix when required – like now. By the time he got there, Summers had just poured the hot water into the mugs.
‘Awesome, been gaggin’ for this all day,’ Elford said as Summers handed over the brew.
‘Just in time. Well done, Summers,’ came a voice from behind Elford, causing him to turn. As he did so, Platt grabbed the coffee from Elford and headed for his office.
‘You know I spat in that, sir, just to mark it,’ Elford shouted after Plat
