It's a godawful small affair
DCI Sam Tyler knows he's had worse days. Somewhere.
Somewhen.
(It's a nice thing to think, anyway, something that'd be comforting at any other time -- not 1973, for instance -- like it always is.)
But at 2 in the morning, in a flat he's never seen before in this life or the next, when the professor on the telly is talking to him but not hearing his increasingly frantic response, with the sound of flatlining monitors still echoing in his ears --
He can't imagine things getting worse.
Ever.
Not even when he wakes up in the morning and heads off to work, ten minutes late and wishing he were anywhere but here.
Anywhere.
Somewhen.
(It's a nice thing to think, anyway, something that'd be comforting at any other time -- not 1973, for instance -- like it always is.)
But at 2 in the morning, in a flat he's never seen before in this life or the next, when the professor on the telly is talking to him but not hearing his increasingly frantic response, with the sound of flatlining monitors still echoing in his ears --
He can't imagine things getting worse.
Ever.
Not even when he wakes up in the morning and heads off to work, ten minutes late and wishing he were anywhere but here.
Anywhere.