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“Laura? It’s Jean. What on earth have you done to Sgt. Hathaway?”
“James? Nothing! Why?”
“I’ve just overheard Robbie telling him to go look at those X-rays you called them about earlier, and James refused.”
“Well, that’s odd...”
“I thought so. He seems to be having a proper strop about it, too.”
“I’ve no idea why. Did he say?”
“He did. Not that it made any sense.”
“And?”
“He said you’ve made it clear that you don’t approve of his relationship with hairbrushes, and he has no intention of giving you an opportunity to express an opinion about his socks.”