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half-upright, wincing as he settled. ‘Everybody assumed somebody else had told me. I wish you’d let me know.’
    ‘I knew how much you needed a weekend off,’ he said. ‘Besides, there’s only so many favours I can callin and I thought I’d rather save them for when I really needed them.’ Suddenly his mouth fell open and his eyes widened. ‘Oh shit,’ he exclaimed. ‘Have you been home or did you go straight to the office?’
    It seemed an odd question, but his manner was urgent. ‘Straight to the office. Why?’
    He covered his face with his hands. ‘I am so sorry. I forgot all about Nelson.’
    Carol burst out laughing. ‘A nutter smashes your leg with a fire axe, you spend the weekend in surgery and you’re worried about not feeding my cat? He’s got a cat flap, he can go and murder small animals if he gets desperate.’ She reached for his hand and patted it. ‘Never mind the cat. Tell me about your knee.’
    ‘It’s wired together but they can’t put a proper pot cast on it because of the wound. The surgeon says they have to make sure that’s healing properly, that it’s not infected. Then they can put a cast on it and maybe I can try to move around with a walking frame by the end of the week. If I’m a good boy,’ he added sarcastically.
    ‘So how long are you going to be in hospital?’
    ‘At least a week. It depends on how good I get at moving around. They won’t let me out till I can get about with the walking frame.’ He waggled his arm. And probably without the intravenous morphine too.’
    Carol grimaced sympathetically. ‘That’ll teach you to play the hero.’
    ‘There was nothing heroic about it,’ Tony said. ‘The guys who were trying to drag their mate out of there, they were the heroes. I was just the diversion.’ His eyelids fluttered. ‘That’s the last time I work late.’
    ‘Do you need anything from home?’
    ‘Some T-shirts? That’s got to be more comfortable than these hospital gowns. And some pairs of boxers. It’ll be interesting to see if we can get them over the splint.’
    ‘What about something to read?’
    ‘Good thinking. There’s a couple of books I’m supposed to be reviewing on my bedside table. You can tell which ones they are because they’ve got Post-It notes on the covers. Oh, and my laptop, please.’
    Carol shook her head in amusement. ‘You don’t think this might be a good opportunity to chill? Maybe read something frivolous?’
    He looked at her as if she was talking Icelandic. ‘Why?’
    ‘I don’t think anybody’s expecting you to be working, Tony. And I think you might find it’s not as easy to concentrate as you imagine.’
    He frowned. ‘You think I don’t know how to relax.’ He was only half-joking.
    ‘I don’t think that. I know it. And I understand, because I have similar tendencies.’
    ‘I can relax. I watch football. I play computer games.’
    Carol laughed. ‘I’ve seen you watch football. I’ve seen you play computer games and there is no sense of the word “relaxing” that applies to either activity where you are concerned.’
    ‘I’m not even going to dignify that with a response. But if you are bringing the laptop, you might as well bring me Lara…’ He gave her the full twinkle.
    ‘You sad bastard. Where will I find her?’
    ‘In my study. On the shelf that your left hand wouldreach if you stretched out from the chair.’ He stifled a yawn. ‘And now it’s time for you to go. I need to sleep and you’ve got a Major Incident Team to run.’
    Carol stood up. ‘A Major Incident Team with no major incidents to run. Not that I’m complaining,’ she added hastily. ‘I don’t have a problem with a quiet day at the office.’ She patted his hand again. ‘I’ll pop back this evening. If there’s anything else you need, call me.’
    She walked down the corridor, already pulling out her mobile phone so she could turn it back on as soon as she left the hospital building. As she passed the