



Ianto parked the unmarked white van as close to the police tent as possible, grabbed a toolbox off the passenger seat and a white cotton face-mask from the glovebox. He hopped out of the van, only too aware that every net curtain within spitting distance was twitching as the locals ignored their usual afternoon telly for a slice of voyeurism closer to home. It must be like having Jeremy Kyle on all day. ‘My boy in pavement scandal – lie detector special.’ God, but he hated the suburbs…
He ducked down and entered the police tent.
'Hello, campers,’ he said, putting down his toolbox. He cracked it open and pulled out a medium-sized chrome flask. 'Who’s for coffee, then?’
'You read my mind,’ Jack smiled and gave Ianto a wink.
'If the first thing that pops into your head when you see me is “hope that sexy devil put the kettle on before he left”, then I can honestly say I don’t know you half as well as I thought.’
'OK, it was the second thing that popped into my head.’
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