DI Greg Lestrade stared down at his rapidly cooling coffee in his hands.
Huh, it seems as if everything wants to leave me, including heat…
He mentally kicked himself for being so morbid. So what if it was Christmas Eve and he had nothing better to do than sit in his office alone? Would he rather be spending it with his cheating, haggard wife in Lancashire with his equally atrocious parents-in-law? No.
"Greg." Donovan poked her head around the door accompanied with her trademark sigh of exasperation. "Please can you do something other than mope around like a sad case? Come on, why don't we volunteer on something?"
"Like what?" he growled behind a chewed up donut.
"What about a drugs bust? They always need volunteers and I know you love the leg work"
The brown haired detective grinned. Sally was a great mate- always knew how to make him smile.
The two detectives found themselves gazing up at a ramshackle faded-blue terrace house tucked incognito between two more identical houses.