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Nathan’s stomach growled as the smell of the chips, burger, onion rings, and Margherita pizza ordered by DCI Collins - an act of generosity that surprised everyone at the station, and which made those not lucky enough to be sharing the feast more than a little jealous - reached his nostrils. Food was the last thing on his mind just then, but he couldn’t ignore his stomach, not when it was showing more interest in something than it had in a while.
“What’s with the change in Collins?” Nathan asked of Stephen, who had just appeared in the office doorway. His superior’s behaviour today reminded him of how he had been in times gone by, something he hadn’t thought to see again.
Collins’ voice sounded from the outer office before Stephen could answer his friend’s question. “Food’s here,” he
