Me: You and Poppy look rather down in the dumps. Has there been any news?
Nell: Of sorts, and you’re not going to believe this.
Me: Is it about Kev? Is he okay?
Nell: Yes and No, not really.
Me: Just tell me.
Nell: Have you seen the Daily Growl this morning?
Me: No. I’ve been writing.
Nell: I don’t know how they got hold of the photos but they’re on the front page.
Me: Show me.
Nell: Come downstairs and have a quick look at them with a nice cup of sweet tea and some hot buttered toast.
Me: I don’t want any toast and I don’t like sugar in my tea.
Nell: You might need it.
Me: Oh, alright.
Nell: David is waiting in the living room to give you physical and moral support.
Me: Goodness me. Where are they?
Nell: Here.
Me: Oh no. Kev looks like a criminal and he’s in a horrible heartless cell.
Nell: Yes. It is rather nasty. On the upside he looks more annoyed than worried.
Me: Yes, he does look a bit defiant.
Nell: He definitely isn’t sorry.
Me: No.
Nell: Unlike The Cat.
Me: Is The Cat locked up too?
Nell: No, it’s been allowed home but it’s still helping the police with their enquiries.
Me: Why is Kev still in there then?
Nell: He isn’t helping the police with their enquiries at all.
Me: You don’t think he’s tapping his nose at them, do you?
Nell: It’s a distinct possibility.
Me: We have to get him out.
Nell: Yes. Henry and Horst are on the case.
Me: Henry and Horst?
Nell: They used to be solicitors in a former life. Woodlouse and Woodlouse.
Me: I’ve heard it all now.
Nell: I said you wouldn’t believe it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
