The Bullet That Missed Thursday Murder Club #3

‘Do you smell of cannabis, Ron?’ asks Ibrahim.

‘I might do,' concedes Ron. ….

‘Ooh, Ron, are you wearing perfume?’ asks Joyce. ‘It reminds me of something Joanna used to wear.’

How often do you walk down a new road with an old lover?

"Am I the only one who hasn't heard of Catherine Howard?", asks a man in a West Ham shirt.

This is a generation who respects you if you are a chief constable. Not like this new generation, but then you reap what you sow, and trust has to be a two-way street.

"And hello, Cornelius," says Joyce. "Did Joanna tell me you're getting married?"

"No, my wife is leaving me," says Cornelius. "Close enough."

Joanna has little patience for her mother. Elizabeth knows the feeling sometimes.

I'm not saying she's here to stay, but Ron was wearing moisturizer today. He had a bit left over behind his ear. First Banoffee Pie, then moisturizer. Thats all I'm saying about that.

That's all it was in the end. People were always trying to tell you something, and all you really had to do was let them.

"Her body is no longer in it, which is not altogether unsurprising. I once had to push a Jeep with a corpse sitting in the front seat into a quarry, and it popped out almost immediately."

"Why did you have to push a –" says Mike.

"No time, Mr Waghorn, sorry," says Elizabeth. "The Conversational French class will scream blue murder if we're out of this room as much as a minute late.

But Viktor's life was made of lies, and love doesn't blossom among lies.

"But your lights were off all night," says Joyce.

Mike finds it hard to cry because he started having Botox treatments before they'd really got the hang of them, and his tear ducts are blocked. But he knows the tears are there, and he welcomes them. The tears only exist because Bethany existed.

Donna hadn't realized there were Polish films, though obviously there must be. In a country that size someone must make a film once in a while.

"Are there no ethical drug dealers?"

"In Brighton there's a fair-trade cocaine dealer. He gets all his wraps stamped and everything. Cocaine from family-run farms, no pesticides."

Hmm. Is this Bogdan's downside? He's a serial murderer? That would be touch to overlook. Not impossible though, given those shoulders.

The wonderful thing about investigating a murder is that you can be nosy and call it work.

It would be rather bad timing to get killed now, just as things were getting interesting.

“If murder were easy, none of us would survive Christmas.”

A face he has grown to love. If you are disappointed in your face, eventually it shows.