‘Well, I’ve done it now! I just hope that they don’t find out I have shopped them’.

Boris looked up at his owner, yawned, burped, licked his front paws one after the other and then turned and headed for the catflap. The food bowl had been licked cleaned of its breakfast contents.

The little black book was now in the hands of the police, where it should have been all along. Pauline Philbey continually castigated herself for not handing Williams’s log over to DCI May sooner. Then there would have been none of the issues to do with its loss and eventual return, with all the altercations with Elisie Wright in the meantime.

‘And who knows? Some people might still be alive’.  

Pauline Philbey looked at the LibDem election leaflet still on t...

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