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There was just enough time left before closing time at the Prince Albert for the team to grab a quick drink before heading off home for the night. Sometimes, a pint or a glass of wine was vital at the end of a long day.
Culverhouse had ordered a round of drinks and was busy trying to carry four glasses at once, whilst offering two banknotes to the barmaid with his teeth.
‘Muchas gracias,’ he said, as he clutched the glasses tightly, careful not to spill any liquid on the floor.
‘What’s your gut feeling on the Freddie Galloway case, then, guv?’ Steve called out as Culverhouse made his way slowly towards the table.
‘My feeling is you should keep your f*****g voice down in the middle of the pub, Steve,’ Culverhouse grunted. ‘Do the words “active investigation” not mean anything to you
