Was away in Italy, charging me batteries, back to work.

The sequel is progressing, but as yet I don't know where I'm off to with this story. Think I will have to kill someone, but hate using that avenue of getting attention....

He added as Bob started to raise his hand. “That was all crap. The Commissioner called me up and told me I was mistaken...when I identified the wrong corpse.”

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Have a look at this. He left me a note. Listen to this.”

“Hold on Shay, hold it up, I'll read it myself.”

Tyrell took his time, reading the words, then re-reading them again. “A brandy and port man Shay. Are you sure this is genuine?”

“It was on the night stand, beside the bed the body was on. The envelope was addressed to me. Don't know about the writing, we will have to check that out.”

“We, again Shay. Why we?”

“Because, Bob, I've been told Bowen is dead. He was cremated, and that's the end of it. That's the Commissioner's message. “

“Cross of Christ detective, why did you come up here, I can't help.”

“But, boss. I have no place to turn, and if Georgie kills again, would you share the blame? No, but we caught him the first time, we and this time I mean we, have unfinished business, with George Edward Bowen.”

“Shay, did anyone else handle that note, or the envelope, besides yourself?”

“No Bob, just me.”

“Well then so, Shay give it to the fingerprint boys, see what they can turn up.”

“And if it's Bowen's prints, then we are shagged.”

“Jeees Shay! Don't tell them where it came from, say you are just tying up loose ends on some case or other. But I would bet: if you find fingerprints on that, it won't be Bowen's.”

“Grand. I'll try and do that, but Bob I have few friends left in the force now. I will have to try an official approach, won't be able to hide it away.”

“I can't help you there. I'm retired.”

“OK! I'm off so, thanks for seeing me Bob, appreciate it.”

“Fine Shay, see you so, soon I expect. By the way where did you get my mobile number?”

“I detected it Bob, knew there was one person that you would give it to, in case he needed to talk, sometime.”

“How did you con him, into giving it to you?”

“I didn't con him. Came clean. Told him I was in the crap and needed your help.”

“Did he offer to make a bit of furniture for you, a wardrobe, in his spare time? Bye Shay, be safe.”

“Wardrobe?”

“Woodworking keeps his hands busy, helps with fighting the craving for drink.”

“Bye Bob. Might take that up myself.”