Chapter 33

Brian is on his best behaviour, all my clothes have been cleaned and pressed and sided away to their correct places. The apartment is spotless and smells of roses.

Has he got wind of my suspicions? I’ll bet Doil has been onto him telling to keep an eye on me and to act normal. Well they’ve got that wrong. Brian’s normal is to be obstructive and to do everything with bad grace. Which is why I suspect something is afoot. I’ll ask him. He is supposed to be programmed to tell the truth.

‘Brian, are you a IGBI spy?’

There is a crash of crockery in the kitchen.

‘Whoops butterfingers, I have dropped your breakfast. I’ll just clear it up and make you some more.’

‘Brian, as you are a multitasking computer, whilst you are doing the clearing up, you can answer my question. Are you an IGBI spy?’

Silence.

I suppose that answers my question.

‘Who is your contact?’

He surprises me.

‘Miss Lake, Sir. She has asked me to keep you safe, and if you are in any trouble to contact her immediately.’

‘What kind of trouble?’

‘Oh nothing much, imminent death, that kind of thing.’

It’s nice to know she is acting as a guardian, but not so nice to know that I may be in danger of imminent death.

‘So you must have her contact details.’

‘Only in an emergency, Sir’

‘Make one up and get her to call me, or better still come over.’

‘Yes Sir, right away.’

‘Blimey, he is on his best behaviour.