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Good afternoon, snippeteers! I hope you’re all safe and well. England had its first “named” storm of the year, complete with hailstones, and the first gorgeous, misty morning. It’s starting to feel just a little bit like autumn and I’m a big fan. Not of summer ending, necessarily, but of the sense of quiet and the feeling of isolation you get on a foggy morning. I like the way the moisture clings to every surface and makes you see things you didn’t know were there – spiderwebs, anyone? – and how it muffles sounds to the point where everything seems so much further away. And while, right now, it’s still all green outside, the days of curling up in front of the fire with the laptop to enjoy an afternoon’s writing time don’t seem all that far away. And I have just the project for it.
First, though, I’ll finish Undercover Star and since we’ve been getting to know Matisse over the last three weeks or so, I’m thinking I should introduce you to the other half of my dynamic duo. Josh Ingram is a Detective Inspector on the Metropolitan Police’s Arts and Antiques Squad, and he seems no more impressed with his boss’s idea of a partnership than Matisse.
From Undercover Star
“And who’s pissed in your cornflakes this fine day?” Chris, the pub’s landlord, set a pint of Old Peculier in front of him before Josh had parked his arse on a barstool. The two of them went way back and Josh could count on Chris not to mince his words or to flinch when Josh replied in the same vein.
“Tim fucking Montgomery. You know that art theft I’m working? Word is we need to move into posh circles, so Tim’s teamed me up with a fucking baby rock star.”
“For real? Who?”
“How the—” Josh dialled it back. It wasn’t Chris’s fault that Tim had lost the plot. “I dunno,” he grumbled. “Some blond kid, barely out of nappies. Matisse something?”