Chapter Six
Kennedy, after being chased off the lawn by Tom Harrison and his lawnmower, had retreated, with his cans of lager, to the Senior Common Room, where he was once again stretched out on one of the settees at his ease. Fairweather was nowhere to be seen. And, apart from Kennedy, the room was empty.
‘Mr Kennedy.’
‘I thought we’d agreed that it’s Sebastian, Inspector. Want a can?’
‘No thanks. I’m a Bitter man. Can’t stand lager.’
‘Sergeant? What about you?’
‘I don’t drink, sir. Besides, I’m on duty.’
‘You’re no fun, you two.’ He stretched luxuriously. ‘What did you want, anyway?’
‘Just something we heard. You remember, in the pub, Simon Fairweather mentioned that Ainsley was a bully?’
‘Yeah. So what?’
‘I’ve discovered who he bullied. I gather you were one of his victims, si
