Chapter FourteenIn the restaurant, only a short distance away from the hotel, Alan and his sergeant were having dinner together. When they walked through the doors, the thought of having a meal hadn't even crossed Andrews's mind. His only intention had been to sit in the bar and get drunk while feeling sorry for himself. However, his DCI had insisted on accompanying him and, while ordering the drinks, he had asked for a menu.
“For goodness' sake, Michael, this is just a tiff between you and Sandra. It'll all blow over in the morning when you apologise to her – unless, of course, you want to drag it out by getting drunk and being thrown out of here.” Alan looked around the restaurant. “They could even call the police!”
Michael laughed. “I am the police, or have you forgotten?”
“Then act
