I'm now standing inside the Detective Chief Inspector's office with the other Detective Sergeants and Inspectors. Not really sure why we're waiting here, I twiddle my thumbs, while the boys gossip about their holidays.
Whoever told you guys don't gossip was lying.
The only difference between men and women is that women gossip about other people while men gossip about themselves.
I'm the youngest Detective Sergeant here and the only girl, but the boys always make me feel welcome. They get a tad overprotective occasionally while other times they seem to completely forget that I'm a girl altogether.
"What about you, Kentley?" John, the oldest of the Detective Inspectors, asks me.
He's a balding man in his forties, a little tubby round the middle and without a doubt the father of our little family.
"Not much. Just spent it with the family," I reply with as much indifference as I can possibly muster.