Pause. She coughed. 'You first.' 'I've been offered a DI's post.' 'Oh aye?' Almost sounding impressed. 'With Faulds in Birmingham.' 'Birmingham.' 'West Midlands Police.' 'I know who looks after bloody Birmingham. Could you have run any farther away?' 'Don't be like that, I--' 'Oh for God's sake! You think I care where you go. Fine, bugger off to Birmingham. Abandon everyone.' 'I'm not abandoning anyone!' 'No? What about Insch?' She counted the points on her fingers. 'No wife, no kids, no job--' 'I'm not the one stitching him up in my report! And I'm not the one who disappeared off to bloody Strathclyde for three months.' 'You are such an arsehole!' Doc Fraser stuck his head out into the corridor. 'Will you two either shut up, or take it outside. This is a mortuary, not a playground ...' Grumbling as he shuffled back to his desk,'Making enough noise to wake the dead.'
'I'M A POLICE OFFICER, THEY'LL BE LOOKING FOR ME!' 'Jesus,' said Duncan, settling down on the mattress,'she doesn't give up, does she?' 'I'M A POLICE OFFICER!' 'WE KNOW! SHUT THE HELL UP!' Duncan shook his head.'What does she think the Flesher's going to say, 'Oops, terribly sorry, didn't know you were a policewoman. Tell you what, I won't make you into burgers after all. You're free to go. Mum's the word?' Pathetic.' Heather looked at him. 'Remind me again what I saw in you.' 'I make you laugh, I'm great in bed, and I do a mean boeuf bourguignon. Oh, and I got you drunk and knocked up.' 'HELP!' 'I can't sleep.'