Much's work shifts on Thursday and Friday were both at the Theban Cycle, surrounded by old, trustworthy, straightfoward antiques. "You don't have any secret surveillance bollocks in you, do you?" he said to a bronze statue of a naked woman, turning her upside down to see if she rattled. He even gave Rex's (Oedipus's... whoever's...) rickety till a grateful pat when Rex wasn't looking. Good, old fashioned shit.
He was little bitter at the 21st century right now.
His phone buzzed and he looked at it suspiciously. He'd been keeping his head down since Wednesday, keeping offline. And he didn't know what kind of message he'd been expecting but it hadn't been that.
Reply yes straight away!! his body told him, vividly remembering the last time they'd been together. Now! Now, Much! Now!
But he had to wonder if she really meant it. If she was trying to talk herself in it. What else was going on with her.
How she'd react when he told her about the Sheriff.
Hells yes I'll be there he replied, after a minute. I'll bring dinner.