He spends half an hour making a list of the cases he's been thinking about over the last few weeks; not ones he was necessarily suspicious of at the time but, with hindsight, had descrepancies he can't easily explain.

There's a reason the Collator's Den back in Manchester was such a bloody mess - if anyone needed the details of a case they'd worked on, they just asked the Guv. Like a lot of coppers, he doesn't easily forget anyone he's banged up.

It takes maybe an hour to search out all the files he wants, and by the time they're piled up his hangover's really starting to take its toll. It doesn't help that every glance at her finds her seemingly engrossed entirely in what she's doing, and sucking on the end of her pen while she's at it.

'I need coffee. You wan' one?'