DI Jackson is the first to comment when we get to our cubicles. "DCI seems alright."
"He's fit as, too." Alvin chuckles.
"Definitely better than Collins," DS Milton says, completely ignoring Alvin.
"That doesn't say much, Milton. A monkey would be better than Collins," I butt in.
The guys all laugh in response.
"It's a crazy day when the woman of the group has a problem with a dad that cares about his kid" Milton laughs.
"Cares? It was alright for you lot. I got all the details. He presumed that because I'm a girl, I'd give a sh*t that his baby waved at him or had a nappy rash."
"You never know, kid, you might end up just like that when you and Darren have your own wee, little monster." John smiles kindly at me.
"Eh..." With those words, my happiness at escaping the Christmas From Hell is all gone. "We broke up."
"You broke up?"
The boys are now all staring at me like I've grown a new head.
"Yeah."
"Over Christmas?"
"Who breaks up at Christmas?"