“Caz bowled round the corner, the corroded metal studs on the soles of her boots leaving smoking gulleys in the kitchen floor.
‘I just had a thought!’ she screeched at Barton. He looked at me and idly raised an eyebrow. A thought wasn’t what we expected of Caz, but we both loved surprises.
‘What kind of exciting thought would that be?’ I asked, stroking my chin.
She sniffed. ‘The kind of thought to get us out of this fix,’ she said, defiant as ever.”