Hathaway looked too carefully casual when he told me about the flogger he found in the Garlands’ bedroom. No doubt there’s some deeply personal information he’s trying not to reveal, but I know most of his tells by now. I can’t see him having a kinky romp with some lass, or lad, though. Perhaps he went in for that self-flagellation nonsense, when he was studying to be a priest? My sergeant, who doesn’t do anything by halves, and blames himself for most of the world’s problems, trying to beat his misplaced guilt out of himself? That, that I can see.