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Pat sets a mug of tea down on the partner’s desk. ‘No sugar.’
‘No biscuits either,’ Strike notes regretfully.
‘Just following orders.’
‘Thanks.’ He glances up when she makes no move to leave.
‘I chose you. Did I tell you that? The day Robin called, some veterinary practice out in Epsom offered me a job too. The money was better, but I don’t like animals. Working for private detectives sounded interesting.’
She looks, without irony, towards the pile of notes on her desk, waiting to be transcribed.
‘You’re never-,’ she says, eyeing Strike beadily. ‘Too old to try something new.’