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living with a happy Winky. Living with a depressed Winky didn’t bear thinking about.
    “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. But I’m not promising anything.”
    “If Bella leaves me, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll probably sink into the depths of despair.” He put a paw to his head.
    “Okay, enough of the amateur dramatics. I get it.”
     
     

Chapter 6
    By the time Mrs V brought in my mid-morning cuppa, she seemed a little brighter.
    “How’s Armi, Mrs V?”
    “He’s very well, thanks. We had a lovely weekend. We went to the Washbridge carnival on Saturday. Armi won a coconut.”
    “That’s great. Has Armitage, Armitage, Armitage, and Poole moving out of here had much of an impact on your relationship?”
    “Of course—it was inevitable. When Armi worked next door he could pop in during the day, or I could go around there. It was only for a few minutes—perhaps a cup of tea or a chat, but we both enjoyed it. Since they moved across town, I only get to see him at weekends or occasionally in the evening.”
    “How’s he taking it?”
    “He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t have a say in it. It was Gordon who was calling the shots, as always. Once Gordon realised he was never going to get you out, he decided to cut his losses, and find new offices. The only good thing that came out of it is that we don’t have to put up with that awful Gordon Armitage. I certainly don’t miss him.”
    “Me neither.”
    “Have you heard anything from the landlord about who our new neighbours are likely to be, Jill?”
    “No. I’ve spoken to Zac a couple of times. He said there were a few interested parties, but there’s nothing concrete yet. It could be empty for some time, I guess. But, let’s be honest, whoever we get can’t be any worse than Gordon Armitage.”
    “That’s true.”
     
    I’d just taken a sip of my tea when Kathy walked into the office.
    “How come you always turn up when I’ve got the custard creams out?”
    “Is there a time when you don’t have them out?”
    “I suppose you want one?”
    “Two actually.” She grabbed them before I could snatch the packet away. “A cup of tea would be nice, too.”
    “Mrs V!” I shouted. “Would you make Kathy a cup of tea, please?”
    “How’s the job-sharing going between Mrs V and the new girl?” Kathy asked.
    “Her name is Jules, and it’s not going great. There’s a certain amount of friction.”
    Mrs V brought Kathy’s tea through. “There you go. It’s nice to make tea for someone who has uncomplicated sugar requirements.”
    “Thank you, Mrs V.” Kathy smiled. “How’s the knitting going?”
    “It would be going a lot better if I could find my patterns. My desk isn’t my own anymore.”
    “I see what you mean,” Kathy said, after Mrs V had gone back to the outer office. “Sounds like a storm in a teabag.”
    “Cup.”
    “What?”
    “It’s a storm in a tea cup not a storm in a tea bag .”
    “Why do you always have to be so pedantic, Jill? So what has Jules done to upset Mrs V, exactly?”
    “She’s commandeered some of the drawers in Mrs V’s desk. Mrs V is none too impressed, but it’ll all come out in the wash.”
    Kathy took a slurp of tea—and I do mean a slurp. Gross!
    “I must say, Jill. I never thought you’d get around to doing it.”
    “Doing what? Getting my own house?”
    “No. Getting a new sign for this place.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “I’m not mad on the colours, but at least it has your name on it.”
    “What’s wrong with the colours?”
    “White text on orange? It doesn’t really say private investigator to me. More tanning salon.”
    “You never did have an eye for colour.”
    “If you say so. Has anyone moved in next door yet?”
    “Not yet, but I don’t imagine it’ll stay empty for long. This part of Washbridge is still very popular.”
    “Anyway, the real reason I popped over is, I’ve got two bits of news to tell you.”
    “Good or bad?” I already knew the