More about my story

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Is this one of those moments where it is a good thing he has a partner, and a bad thing that she is a woman?

We all know pain killers and alcohol at a bad mix, and trying to ward off the despondency of messing up what could have been a useful interrogation, he drinks too much, makes a pass at the partner and fails miserably at achieving anything but collapsing on the floor.

She is amused.  And annoyed he took matters into his own hands.

Of course, there are questions to answer, like,

Why did he go back and tackle the men who, as he said, were acting suspiciously?  Firstly, the police inspector and then, with a lot more suspicion and threatening behaviour, the head of the secret police.

Yes, a man in the street type would not be talking about anything, especially when he knew there were suspicious types, like the rebels, around.

Who is he, then, to be doing this?

Nosey reporter, very nosey reporter, with a little too much devil may care, ergo the bullet wound.

But if you want the story, you need to take the risks.

The inspector wants to know how there was an exchange of gunfire, without saying that the rebels didn’t shoot at each other, and he simply says he was shot, it was a shock, and by the time I got over the shock of it, they were gone.

After all, if he was complicit, where was the gun?