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Jessie let herself into the flat, put her helmet on the wooden floor and walked through to the kitchen. There was a bottle of wine open on the table and singing coming from the bathroom. Jessie poured herself a glass and walked to the bathroom, with her foot she eased the door open. Maggie was lying in bubbles up to her ears, smoking a fag, singing to Heart FM and sipping from a half-empty wine glass.

She stopped singing and looked at Jessie. ‘Hey, Morse.’

‘Hey, Anthea.’

‘Ouch. You’re late.’

Jessie put the seat down and sat on the loo. ‘Yup.’

‘Boy or body?’

‘Latter, sadly.’

‘Anything you can tell me about?’

The sigh was uncontrolled and came from deep inside her. Jessie shook her head.