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Nathan strode into the main CID office with a thoroughly disgruntled look on his face. He stopped when he reached the middle of the room and glared around indiscriminately, sparing neither the detectives nor the uniformed officers working there his displeasure. His jaw clenched for a moment as he fought the almost overpowering urge to yawn and then he spoke.
“Is there some conspiracy going on to prevent me getting a full night’s sleep?” he asked of the room.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Burke said. “I can get someone to look into it for you, though, if you’d like.”
Nathan’s glare became more severe. “Humour doesn’t become you, Stephen, and now’s not the time for you to be experimenting with it.” His mood was not improved by the sight of his partner; she could not have got much more slee
