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When I saw Tommy on Hungerford Bridge, his hands around Conrad’s throat, bending him back over the railing, his expression one of blind fury, my first thought was ‘oh god not again.’
The memory of him trying to throw Professor Blackwell over a balcony, and the fallout that almost ended our partnership, flashed through my mind. Superintendent Tate’s expression told me she wasn’t impressed with Tommy either. Whatever her problem with him was, it could wait; right now I had to focus on damage control.
“Sir… Sir.”
Luckily, though breathless from running, my voice broke through his berserker rage.
“Keys.”
He located them in Conrad’s pocket and unlocked the handcuffs from around my wrists. Once free, I secured Conrad’s hands behind his back and passed him over to one of the uniformed officers who were accompanying Tate.
As they led him away, Tommy checked on me.
“Alright?”
I nodded, and we both turned to head back to where he’d abandoned the Bristol.
As we walked, I turned and looked up at him.
“Welcome back you.”
He briefly hugged me, “thanks.”
“I probably shouldn’t say this, but do you fancy a drink?”
His smile was my answer.