“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Jude gently shook the still-sleeping Karen and, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up, handed her a cup of coffee. “I thought the slave was supposed to make the coffee,” Karen commented contritely. “Well, normally yes but you were sleeping so soundly that it seemed a crime to wake you and you wouldn’t want a copper committing a crime, would you?” “But you’re all dressed as well.” “Yeah, I figured you’d want a toothbrush, and we’re low on milk so I popped to the corner shop.” Jude looked abashed, almost as if she were ashamed of being helpful. “Umm, well, I’m awake now.…