Dec 26, 2009 18:57
There hadn't been a single word from Ford ever since that last time when Francis had found Sarah in the Nexus, and dragged her home for dinner. Not a word, no update on the case, not a single sign of life.
So go figure when there's a text message arriving to Sarah's phone close to midnight.
'I'm bored. Fancy a beer?'
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Ford's case had taken a back seat to the cases she had to work on locally, and before too long, she'd nearly forgotten all about it. Until she got a text around midnight from someone she hadn't spoken to in months.
'You know what time it is, asshole?' she texted back, not bothering to hide her crooked little smirk. 'Of course I fancy a beer. Your place or mine?'
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'Well aware. Been waiting for it to be suitably late just so I can annoy you. Mine.' He counted on her having stored the PIN coordinates.
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'On my way. I think.'
She'd save further griping at him for when she actually got there; it wasn't any fun to complain through texts.
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Francis was off to bed already, which left the house silent. The TV was on, but muted. The only sounds was from Ford, himself, as he went into the kitchen to fetch a couple of beer bottles along with two glasses.
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