Fell Purpose

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‘What are you so happy about?’ Slider asked.

Atherton did his martyred wife impression. ‘Just my way of getting through the day.’

‘You can’t kid me. You’re smiling so much you look as if you slept with a hanger in your mouth. It’s that good with Emily, is it?’ It was good to see his colleague bitten at last, after a lifetime heading the Hounds’ Hall of Fame.

‘Ah, it’s true what they say about women,’ Atherton said blithely, laying the car like paint round the corner into Wood Lane.

‘What?’

‘It’s an irregular plural. Anyway, if anyone should be happy, it’s you. New wife, new baby—’

‘Interrupted Bank Holiday,’ Slider concluded.

‘Yes. Bummer,’ Atherton agreed, finally relinquishing his smile. They had both had the Bank Holiday off. He and Emily had planned to go for a long walk along the Thames Footpath from Richmond to Kew, and have lunch at the wine bar on Kew Green. It had been no part of his plan to pick up his boss at the station and drive out to view a corpse.

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