# 266- Enemy. Midomer Murders and Biggles

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It doesn’t often get personal for them. Not the job, anyway. Except now that it’s brought them together, it’s breaking them apart again. Now that they’re thinking about their nights- few and far between- they’re dragged kicking and screaming into cold, hard daylight. Why can’t the murders, the disappearances, the stupid little things people get into their tiny minds, just go away and leave them be? They’ve wasted so much time already, they’ve so little time left. So far this hatred hasn’t stopped them from working seamlessly, but one day it will. And that’s what they both fear the most. (

“I always assume that you and love is a bit of a joke, after Janis. Healthy scepticism.”  Algy selects a tan and gold tie, and walks towards the mirror.

“It always has been.”  Biggles acknowledges carefully, crossing and uncrossing his legs,  leaning against the wood, “Because women are far more expendable.”

Algy has tied the tie and now unties it, pretending it’s untidy. He wants to say ‘how can you even suggest that men are anything but expendable, after France, after Egypt?’ because although it’s dangerous ground, painful ground, its one he can navigate far more easily than any heart.

 

 

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