But at least Martha's got her mind on something more constructive. BLUE light flashes into the pub, then goes, flashes again and goes again.
Heavy shoes walk across the wet pavement and the doors push open.
The Bottle And Basket is almost empty when the police arrive. Arthur Wass stands next to his black-sheepish son Craig. Brenda Wass, wife, mother and microwave-rider, sits at the bar, looking offended. Yvonne Wass is behind the bar and appears unaccountably pleased with herself, her sulkiness having lifted. She has a glass in her hand, brimful of designer lager.