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you call him.”
    “A bastard.”
    “You two are cohabiting?”
    “For about as long as it takes me to eject him from the premises.”
    “You had a falling out?”
    “I think we went through that already.”
    “Okay, so you are no longer in a relationship?”
    “We’re still in a relationship, but not a relationship that involves me loving him or wishing him continued success as a member of the human race.”
    “So what does Johnny do?”
    I thought about not answering, but since Johnny had so clearly dropped me in it I didn’t really feel compelled to protect him at any further.
    “He works for MI6,” I said.
    “MI6?”
    “Yes. MI6. As in the Secret Intelligence Service as opposed to MFI the cheap furnishings manufacturer that went into liquidation.”
    “You’re saying he is an intelligence officer?”
    “In retrospect there is nothing intelligent about him, but yes he is a spy.”
    “Did he give you the gun?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why did he do that?”
    “I am not sure you are security cleared for that.”
    “Are you taking the piss Madam? This is a very serious business. I’ve got a dead body and you had an automatic pistol in your handbag. You’re not getting away with three points and a forty quid fine for this.”
    “I’m being very serious. Johnny works for MI6. He gave me the gun.”
    The detective looked at me in disbelief.
    “Right. I’m going to make some inquiries. If you are giving me the run around this won’t do you any favours.”
    I shrugged my shoulders. 
    He went away for what must have been at least an hour and then returned and sat down.
    “Are you on medication Miss?”
    “No I’m not.”
    “No sort of mental illness, yourself or in the family?”
    “Auntie Mildred was convinced she was Stalin’s love child which didn’t seem plausible since she had never been to Russia. Apart from that, the usual mild degree of insanity associated with six generations of inbreeding,” I told him. “I’m fine though,” I added.
    “I spoke to Johnny, as you call him, and he has a very different account of events, and your relationship.”
    “I bet he does,” I said.
    “He claims he has never met you before. He has no idea who you are and never spoke to you before this evening. Claims he came to the flat with Charlotte and you were already there.”
    “Now why would he tell you that?’
    “Because it’s the truth?”
    “And you believe it?”
    “Honestly Miss I think you’re all a bunch of nutters. But my job is to figure out which one of you is the least mental and therefore the most probable cause of tonight’s eventualities.”
    “And you think it was me?”
    “You were the one with the gun in your handbag. We’re making investigations as to the source of the gun.”
    “And what about Johnny and his MI6 antics?”
    “It’s being investigated. They have both been released since they haven’t actually committed any crime.”
    “And I have?”
    “Well at the very least you will be charged with possession of an illegal firearm and possibly murder,” the detective said and then got up. “We’re making some calls. Once we have checked out your story and the gun then we will interview you again. Unfortunately in the mean time you will be in the cells, I appreciate not having five star amenities such as a pool and spa-centre it’s not quite up to your standards but we’ll try and get you a blanket that hasn’t been pissed on.”
    “That’s very thoughtful,” I said sarcastically.
    I was led from the interview room by a woman police officer who was clearly either a lesbian or struggled to get dates on Plenty of Fish apart from with married men looking for no-frills sex. They deprived me of my jewellery for which I insisted on a stamped receipt.
    I am pretty sure the most likely place to have one’s valuables stolen is a police station since they are invariably full of criminals both in and out of uniforms. They also took anything they considered I might have hung