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‘Come on, just one more,’ Ryan said, standing to take the empty glasses to the bar. ‘We’re all having one.’
‘You’ve all got to be in at eight tomorrow morning,’ Culverhouse said, starting to slur slightly. ‘And so have I.’
‘And we will. That’s hours away yet. Anyway, call it a team bonding exercise. Besides, you’ll have to leave the car at work anyway now, so the walk home and back again in the morning will sort you right out.’
Culverhouse let out a grunt that told Ryan he didn’t necessarily agree but wasn’t going to argue.
With another round of drinks on the table, and thanks given to the landlord for letting them stay well beyond last orders, Ryan wasted no time in getting to the point.
‘A friend of mine was in here the other night,’ she said, taking a sip of her drink. ‘He went
