‘Mates Rates’

“Well I’m the poor sod who’s supposedly organising the funeral, but not!”

“Not?” queried Sofia, “how so?”

“Mary Flaherty has a brother who’s in the funeral business and she’s leaned on him to provide a quote, an unbeatable quote, for getting shot of Terry... ‘mates rates’. Apparently I have to liaise with him about everything. That would be easy, except that I smell a rat, and that rat is called Flaherty. I’ve been racking my brains to think what she’s got up her sleeve... and what’s in it for her...”

“Kind support to a friend, maybe?”

“You must be kidding!”