All colour had drained from his face. Joeywas chainsmoking in the corner of his small bedroom. He turned. "We'vegotta get outta this place."Vincent bu...ied his face in his hands. "Why don't we just come forward?Let the law protect us?" he asked.Joey was looking anxiously out of the window. "You've gotta be fuckingjoking, we'd be dead before the day's out." They can give us new identities," said Vincent. "Relocate us." We wouldn't even make the first fucking day, mate. That Russian nutter'sa. I ave to t, t, tell you wha appen.”“Mr. Henderson, I have to advise you of your rights. You’re under arrest for the possession of a controlled substance.”“Unner rest? Bu...”“You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney.” He droned on as the implications of my predicament became clear. “Do you understand your rights Mr. Henderson?”“Yez, bu you don unerstan.”“Do you waive your right to have an attorney present during this conversation Mr. Henderson?”“I, uh...”I must have. “Were you now,” I chuckled, downing my bourbon and smacking my lips. “And you let your wife stop you? You need to show her who’s the boss!” “She knows who’s the boss,” he said with a wry grin. “She is. Do you really think we can do this? Can we really be colleagues and roommates and friends and, and lovers all at once?” “Well, we’re already colleagues and roommates, and unless you stop paying your part of the lease I don’t see why both of those can’t continue,” I replied, and then stood up. “As. We were always booked to stop at St Mary`s bay, so we would extracted the didget as we heard the wheels clatter over the Duke of York`s bridge making ourselves respectable in case authority was about, as soon as the few k**s for that area were out, (and here if I was unlucky my date of the day would leave,) the whistle would blow and on we went, but another interruption would be Dymchurch, again there was a chance of my girl of the day getting out but if not, after leaving the station, and.