On the way back from the airport we're driving up the M5 congratulating ourselves on how well our weekend went.
'...especially considering that for all you know, you could have gone away with an axe murderer.' Worcester says, laughing.
'So, is this the way you drive home from work every day?' I ask.
'Yes, and that's where they found that body of the woman in the plastic bag,' he adds as we swish past a police crime scene where they have set up a couple of porta-cabins surrounded by yellow tape.
There is a very, very long pause.
