// Hello, all. If you’d like to write, let me know. I try to keep my storylines linear, but I know sometimes that can be hard. I am mostly a SV account, so ships will be planned beforehand. Thanks muchly xxxx

Most of the cases we go out on are deaths caused by heat stroke. Stay cool, London.

*Sprawls out beneath the reaching branches of the nearest tree with a huff, out of breath and sweltering from the final stretch of his run.*

*The sunshine does nothing to help the mood Samuel finds himself in. A duffle bag, close to bursting, pads against his thigh. A black hard shell case clatters across the tiled floor of the hotel lobby. With a sigh, he reaches the desk where Philippa Ellingdale stands.*

*Ignores the arched brow of the barista as he collects /two/ large coffees from the counter, both labelled with his name.*

Whiskey and coke, please. ... Make it a double.

Bloody heat indeed.

And breathe.

*The lights in his office continue to glow long after most of the force has gone home.*

Trouble in paradise? Shit hitting all sorts of fans? Hell hath no fury... ?

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*Goes for a run, despite the heat.*