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It’s 3am and the industrial estate has long been deserted. Strike tenses as he hears a car pull up way behind him, quick footsteps, a tap on the window…
“Want some company?”
“Robin? What the hell are you doing here?” His voice is a mixture of surprise, annoyance and barely concealed pleasure.
“Can’t sleep,” she shrugs, “And I bring provisions.”
He sighs with satisfaction as he takes a bite of kebab, sneaking a sideways glance at his partner – in every way now – as she licks chilli sauce from her lips.
“You’re perfect.” He tells her.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”