It was stirring the drop of milk through his own tea that started it. The collection was nearly complete, only three left.
Thursday's tea was dark, but not too much. A hint of sugar, Strange suspected. Not much more.
Bright's tea was just like his name -Bright. One, no, two spoons full of sugar and a splash of milk. He wasn't even sure it could still be called tea.
Two down, one more to go. A full cup on Morse's desk, in a room too dark to see what was in it.
"Mind if I take a sip?"
Bloody scotch.