[Duffy, Pat Kavanagh (Julian Barnes)’s seedy bi-sexual detective, meets Lord Peter Wimsey]
Duffy woke up with a pounding headache. Nothing unusual there; after an unsuccessful night on the prowl, his head often felt like a prize vegetable marrow that had been squeezed into a dwarf-sized steel condom, if such a thing existed - and Duffy hoped to God that it didn’t.
Unusually, however, instead of crashing out in his own dingy flat, he was lying in a four-poster bed in what appeared to be a luxurious apartment.
The door opened, and an elegantly-dressed young man appeared.
“Good morning! How are you feeling today?”
“Where am I?” groaned Duffy, somewhat unoriginally. “And who are you?”
“Wimsey’s the name. Lord Peter Wimsey, to be precise. You were rather the worse for wear after yesterday’s Detective Conference, and I offered to put you up for the night.”
Duffy peered blearily at the svelte figure before him. Yes, there was definitely something fanciable about this toff.
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 12-17-2013 at 07:48 AM.
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