13
They finally got to bed just after one o’clock in the morning. The sound of her alarm at seven o’clock had been the last noise she’d wanted to hear, but a couple of strong coffees had seen her on the road to some sort of coherent thought. By the time she left the house, she’d perked right up and was feeling brighter than she had in a long time.
‘Christ, you look like s**t,’ Dexter said as she walked into the office.
‘Good morning to you too. In that case, I think I’ll start with coffee.’
‘Great idea. Milk and one, please.’
Caroline looked at Dexter and laughed. Workplace banter was something she’d missed. It had been gradually ironed out in the Met, but she’d been pleased to see it was still alive and well in Rutland, even if Dexter did push the limits occasionally. Still, he was t
