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by Barry Maitland


  ‘Interesting friends you have,’ Patrick said, looking back with fascination at the crowd. They formed every possible combination, it seemed, of age, gender, smoking habit and personal adornment.

  ‘I think I’m only here as the token law-enforcement officer,’ she smiled. ‘But it was nice of them to ask me.’

  ‘Jill tells me you’re soon going to be doing your law-enforcing in the big smoke.’

  ‘Yes. I’m going to work with someone I know in the Met.’

  ‘Brock? Yes, I met him, remember? I thought you might have brought him here tonight.’

  ‘He’s in traction at the moment. Should be back on his feet in a week or two. But I wanted to ask you — you didn’t mind coming, did you?’

  ‘Of course not. I thought I got around a fair bit in this area, but I don’t recognize a single face here. Want another drink?’

  Kathy nodded. Her right arm was still bandaged under the sleeve of her blouse, but by now she was used to drinking with her left.

  As they strolled up the slope of the lawn, Kathy caught Patrick giving her an odd look. It was the second time she’d noticed it.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ she said. ‘Did I mess up my make-up?’

  ‘Sorry,’ he smiled, and shook his head, i just can’t really believe that you …’

  She stopped walking. ‘That I what?’

  ‘Well, that you actually … killed someone. Do you mind me saying that?’ She shrugged.

  ‘It’s not the sort of thing that happens in the real world, is it? I mean, I’ve never actually seen a dead body, let alone…’

  ‘It seemed very real at the time, Patrick. Now … no, it isn’t real. At least, not in daylight. What is real, anyway?’

  There was an explosion of whistling and cheering from the house, and they turned to see the tight black trousers, red silk shirt and carefully groomed head of Jerry emerge triumphant through the french windows on to the terrace. Behind him Errol followed, a pair of cowboy boots conspicuous from his second honeymoon in the States, complete with spurs. He raised a glass to acknowledge a further burst of applause from the group standing around the drinks table.

  Later, when the party had splintered into small groups chattering and dancing, Kathy and Patrick got the chance to talk to their hosts.

  ‘Well,’ Errol looked approvingly at Patrick, ‘and how is your relationship working out?’

  Patrick looked surprised, and Kathy replied, ‘Oh fine. He does the cooking and I do the washing-up.’

  ‘Lucky you!’ Jerry said, ‘I have to do both.’

  ‘Never mind.’ Errol put an arm around his shoulder and led him off towards a photographer, his cowboy boots jingling. ‘There are worse things in life.’

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