He snorts a laugh, once more without humour.

'Never shot any of the others.'

He's been wrestling with this a bit.

'Hard to say with Shaz, when she got stabbed. I would've been there anyway, 'cos we were chasing the bloke. You remember Phyllis? Took her, I think. That Christmas in Manchester.'

He shrugs, and falls silent. So many incidents are tied into cases, and happen in the blink of an eye. He doesn't get a lot of time to think about it, most often.