A Series of Murders (23 page)

In other words, it was business as usual on
Stanislas Braid
. Charles Paris's eyelids were heavy. Maybe he could doze off a little of the previous night's excess before they got to the first Little Breckington Police Station scene.

Must start looking around for some work, he thought lazily as he drifted off. Not a good time of year, though. Very quiet, the beginning of the summer, as Maurice Skellern always said. Mind you, Maurice Skellern always said every other time of year was very quiet, too.

There was something else, though, wasn't there? Something else niggled in Charles's mind. Something he'd been intending to do for six weeks or so. What was it?

Oh, yes. Of course. It was Charles Paris's last thought as sleep took over: Must ring Frances.