A frown passes across his forehead. The time? Police culture being different?

Not going there. It would only prove his comment about her being mental, and he really doesn’t want this to descend into weirdness. He’s had enough of bloody weird.

‘Thanks a lot. I’ve been trying to scrub that mental image for ten years.’

He smiles, and gets up for another drink.

‘He learned a thing or two that day. With only a touch of bad grace, I’ll give him that.’