The Man Who Died Twice (Thursday Murder Club, #2)

by Richard Osman

going to do to you? Kill you? Well, join the queue.’ The

community. There is a bottle of red and a bottle of white on their table.

of his death to his young wife and she had stood beside the grave

Chris Hudson is supposed to be mentoring her, smoothing her

monkey?’ Ibrahim puts his paper down. ‘Kendrick, do you know why I like you?’ Kendrick shakes his head. ‘I don’t even know at all.’ ‘You ask very good questions. Not many people do.’ ‘Why don’t they?’ asks Kendrick. ‘Well, there you go again,’ says Ibrahim. ‘Now, penguins are better than monkeys, because “penguin” is a very specific term, and “monkey” is very unspecific. If we say “monkey” then different people see different things, maybe a mandrill, maybe

eyes still clearly glued to the CCTV. ‘I tell the others it doesn’t,’ says Ibrahim. ‘But it does, very much.’ ‘They probably know,’ says Kendrick. ‘They probably do,’ says Ibrahim. ‘But you’re the only person I’m telling for sure.’ ‘Thanks, Uncle Ibrahim,’ says Kendrick. ‘Someone just took a box out of one of the other lockers, but just boring. Did you feel it when they kicked you? Were you