With that, and another handshake for me and a smile to JB he left us.
‘Well that was a turn up,’ I said. ‘I need a drink.’
There was a pub close to the church and several stragglers headed to the bar. JB and I got a table away from everyone else. ‘How did he know he was going to die?’ She asked when we sat down.
‘I don’t know. Christ. I don’t believe all this. It’s not often I’m lost for words, but this is a b****y puzzle. He never hinted at anything the last time we talked. Just said he was on a job.’
‘Maybe the answer is in that envelope.’
‘Yeah. I don’t really want to know.’
‘But you will.’
‘Of course I will,’
And for my sins I did.
After one drink we left the pub, nodding to the people from the service and headed back to mine. The flat was chilly and reminded me of the cremato
