“For the tenth time I’m telling ya I don’t know what happened!”

“Tell me again.”

“Oh Jesus Christ I pay taxes y’know. I want a lawyer.”

“As you wish. It’s 3am on Saturday. I’m sure the esteemed members of the legal profession will all be rushing down here Monday morning to zealously represent your interests. Until then please follow me to your humble accommodations, courtesy of your fellow tax payers.”

“All right, all right. Slow down. Look, a bunch of us went out Friday night after work.  We started out at the Lamb about 6pm and  ended up at the Cross Keys.  It was late. I was hammered.  I might have done a few rails. I remember talking to a woman with dark hair but I couldn’t tell ya her name or anything about her but she was cute.”

“Would it help jog your memory if I told you that the cute woman was your wife?”

“Katie? Screw you! You’re messing with me.”

“You and Katie have two children, correct?”

“Hey, get me some water.”

“You and Katie have two children, correct?”

“Yeah, two girls, six and nine. So what?”

“I understand that you were recently served with a restraining order requiring you to stay away from Katie and the girls.”

“Screw you!”

“Come at me like that again and I’ll restrain you. Now, back to Katie. You were a very bad boy weren’t your Mr. Sullivan? Terrorising your family like that.  Y’know the Cross Keys has CCTV over the bar to discourage staff from stealing.  You two were recorded having quite the bust up. Your mates and several staff had to pull you off of her and two hours later she was dead inside a carriage of some rusty old abandoned playground train, barely recognisable from the beating. And there was you standing over her covered in blood. Were you too wasted or just too tired to finish hiding the body?”

“What an interesting story. Tell me more.”

“Was she at the bar with a new man? A better man? Who was watching your children? Tell me how that felt.”

“It felt like freedom you son of a bitch! I will never tell you what happened or why but I will tell you I’m glad the bitch is gone and I’m done talking to you.”

(Inspired by this image: http://elephantwords.co.uk/2015/02/22/oh-dear-what-can-the-matter-be/)

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Pearl Grey

Pearl Grey fled America in 2008 and followed a little star in the sky until she reached London which seemed like a decent place to stay for a while. She can be found toiling in the City and pottering around Walthamstow.

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