'Right,' said Mulholland, beginning to move. 'It's over. We should get our stuff together and get going. We might still be able to make it back tonight, if not before it gets dark. Then, who knows, we can have a fun-filled few days doing paperwork and talking to pissed-off chief superintendents.'
Proudfoot stood up, realising that her legs were weak. She had faced death; she was exhausted. But she would make it back to the town, no question. There were things to be taken care of.
'When we get back to the hotel, before we announce our return or complete any paperwork...' she said, starting to move necessary items from Edward's rucksack to her own.
'What?' he asked.
'Fancy a shag?'
Mulholland stared at her across a ham sandwich, which he had been contemplating taking a last bite out of before storing it away. Their eyes disappeared into one another, and he bit erotically into the stale bread and dry ham.
'Aye, all right then,' he said.
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