Titan Books, November 2015
Mawker cocked his head at the bedroom, so I went to have a closer look. The body was still there, naked, erupted, strewn across the sheets like something from Professor Gunther von Hagens’ shed.
‘You know him?’ Mawker said. ‘Name of Liptrott.’
‘Not sure,’ I said. ‘He seems to have lost a bit of weight.’
Mawker looked at me with a pitying expression, as if I was a kid showing off at a party.
Liptrott had been unzipped. His face meanwhile bore the expression of someone who has just been given a key to the room marked Hot Pussy only to find a cat in a microwave.