Andy laughed at that, a sharp bark, and she looked around the Mocha and nodded. "Yes there aren't that many of us about," she said. "We better stick together. Ah shit." Her phone had rung and she shot Bea an apologetic glance as she answered. "Yeah what? He what? St Martins? Okay, I'll be there in ten." She slid the phone into her bag, snugging it down between her badge and her gun, and said, "I gotta go. Drink my coffee for me?"