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“Just a nightcap-” Darling poured shots with his back to her, of something she couldn’t see. It smelled powerful.

“I don’t really want-”

“Oh, come on, Astrid,” Darling smiled that smile of his, “You deserve it. You’ve been such an integral member of the team. I don’t think we could have done this without you.”

First, it’s yoga class and oat milk, and now its podcasts and sucking dicks? Yoga was a slippery fuckin slope it turned out.

Saga stopped just shy of being chest to chest with him and one of her fingers curled in his belt loop, “I need some white noise, Casey. To think.”

Thornton looked down at the dead woman a moment and his face - for just a split second - reflected a clear and genuine dismay. But it was only a moment, a fleeting thought, before something dark crawled across his features.

Pete squinted one eye against the smoke rising from the cigarette between his lips, looked at the hand, and then clasped it strongly. Their shake said more than they did, and Pete decided he may quite like this Fancy fellow.

Had been a while since it had just been he and Jakes out together. Fred had a thought, for just a split second, that he’d missed it.

Box and Jago and the lads were rough, a bit wild for him at his age, but not all bad. They reminded him of his days in London when he and Mickey were really in the dirt. It had been real police work then, real passion and grit, and even if it was grimey, it felt real. There was something bonding in it, something masculine and hard, something like the trenches. Something he didn’t think he’d ever feel again.

If he didn’t have control, what did he have?

Box opened a browser, set his beer back between the cushions, and typed in the old reliable - PornHub.

“You were very difficult,” Morse repeated. He leaned close, his voice dropping to a whisper and their lips brushing together in a ghost of a kiss, “about the time of death. Again.”