QUOTE : When they reached the table, Hannah started to introduce them. “Layla, this is Joe. Joe, this is—”<br /><br />“We’ve already met,” said Joseph, extending his hand and smiling.<br /><br />“Have we?” asked Layla, baffled.<br /><br />“Have you?” said Hannah. This was news to her.<br /><br />“Yeah, we have,” continued Joseph. “A couple of hours ago. On the road into the village. You tried to kill me, remember?”<br /><br />“Kill you?” gasped Layla. “You’re the biker? The one I knocked over?”<br /><br />“You knocked him over?” repeated Hannah in horror.<br /><br />“I didn’t mean to,” explained Layla quickly. “It was an accident. I was going to tell you about it. I just haven’t had the chance yet.”<br /><br />Turning to Joseph, Hannah asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?”<br /><br />“Well,” he replied somberly, “apart from my right arm, which I’m not sure is going to be of much use to me ever again, I’m fine.”<br /><br />As Layla’s jaw dropped open, he added quickly, “I’m joking. Really, it’s just a joke. I’m fine.”<br /><br />“Right, well, in that case,” Hannah continued, “as I was saying, Layla, this is Joseph Scott. Joe, this is Layla Lewis, your would-be killer, next door neighbor, and my best friend. She’s house-sitting whilst Lenny’s in Scotland.”<br /><br />“Next door neighbor, huh?” replied Joseph, taking a swig from his pint glass. “That could prove interesting.