“His ending wasn’t very good. It was sad. But I fixed it for him.”I suppose you’ll call this a confession when you read it, Ms. Doux. When you assigned me to the Bishop case, I thought it was open-and-shut: find the missing plot, and whatever cold broad or broken-nosed mick had taken it, and steal it back. But I’ve gone soft—maybe it’s the booze or the broads or just the weight of the years, pressing down on my chest like an Acme safe of despair. I’ve gone soft, Ms. Doux, but I’ve not gone guilty. I’ll confess to what I’ve done, but I won’t say that I’ve done wrong.