QDX, CSX, GSX and I were so pally that we had taken to meeting for a bacon roll in Crombies each morning, then returning to bed together for a cosy lie-in.
We also plotted a murder. Careful to protect ourselves, we persuaded Harry to do the deed itself. The execution would take place in the white bathroom, then Harry would dispose of the body and all other evidence.
However, I was now having cold feet. Everyone would suspect our tight-knit threesome, and forensic science would easily get the better of us if anyone thought to sift through the contents of the lavatory bowl.
