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On the morning after the night it happened, Bruce Delamitri was sitting in a police interview room.

‘Name?’ said the interrogating officer.

It wasn’t really a question. The officer knew Bruce’s name, of course, but there was a procedure and he was required to follow it.

On the morning before, Bruce had been sitting in a television studio. Opposite him, across the sweeping curve of the presentation console, were two KenandBarbiestyle presenters of indeterminate age.

‘His name’ (pause) ‘is Bruce Delamitri,’ said Ken, employing the sincere, plonking tone he reserved for really big guests.

‘Occupation?’ said the policeman on the morning after, as if he didn’t know.

‘He is probably the most celebrated artist working in the motionpicture industry today. A great writer, a great director. Hollywood ’s golden boy.’

‘I heard he makes a great pasta sauce too,’ interjected Barbie, by way of adding a little human interest.

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