'Got DSI, you mean? Because he was never DCI here. He was at Fenchurch West until he got the nod upstairs, an' that was...seventy-seven, I think.'

There must, and will be, paracetemol.

Her desk drawer is probably left not quite as neat as it was before. But armed with pills, cigarettes and five-sugar-strong tea, he's finally ready to kickstart this investigation.

'Why did you wan' to know?'