Into The Fire

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4

Nathan dropped his keys into the bowl on the table and made his slow way along the passage.

As always, regardless of how busy he was, he felt far more tired at the end of a night shift than he did at the end of a day shift. On that occasion, however, he had good cause to feel tired; in addition to the vandalism at the Larsson Studio, he had had to investigate two house burglaries, an attempted burglary at a newsagent’s, and an assault which had turned out to be a case of domestic abuse.

“Is that you, Nate?” April called out from upstairs.

“Yes, it’s me,” Nathan called back. “How are you? How was the flight back from Madrid?” he asked of his sister, who worked as a flight attendant.

April didn’t answer until she joined her brother in the kitchen where he was setting up the coffee machine. “It was about average. Most of the passengers were no problem, but there was the usual annoying few.” She stifled a yawn as she tightened the belt on her dressing gown. “How was work?”

Nathan answered her while he finished up at the sink.

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