Humphrey looked at the group of suspects, ruling out two of them quickly while the so called husband and wife stood looking at him realising their world was about to fall around them. So When D.I Goodman said he was the only one in the room who didn't know the murder victim D.I Richard Poole he lied, and no one picked up on it. Since learning of Richard's death back in England he has balled up his emotions up and… oh what is the expression? Keep a stiff upper lip…he told himself.

He had known him for a long time the man may have been older than him and Humphrey is married but their relationship was years old. Humphrey had met Richard when he just become a D.S and at first they didn't get on Richard was a stickler for rules and everything had its place while Humphrey Goodman was a mess, his clothes were rumbled and he ever wore a tie and he had little bits of napkins and scraped paper covering his desk with bits of information about cases and it drove the D.I Poole insane. They argued over clothes, tidiness and well everything but they got work done and both were considered outcast by the others Detectives because of their strange thought processes.

A little while later after the arrested the husband and wife for Richard's murdered Humphrey was trying to flag a taxi down. Camille saw him and stood up and walked over to him "Do you want to join us? We are having a drink in Richard's memory." She said, she looked at him seeing some form of sadness in his eyes and it made her frown slightly

"That is really sweet of you, but I would feel like I would be intruding. You all need to grieve for Richard in your own way." He told her …and mine… he thought. "It would be awkward if I was there… I didn't know him." He said softly, she tilted his her head

"Is there something you're not tell us?" Camille asked him, he looked back at her almost wincing at the bright sun light that shone in his face.

"I don't…"

"Did you know Richard?" She asked, he sighed and ran his fingers though his hair before he looked down at his scuffed shoes

"Yes I knew him." He said "We worked together for a long time and ummm… oh crumpets this is hard. We were together." He said to her, Camille's dark eyes looked at him up and down

"Richard Poole? You and him? But you're married?"

He didn't blame her for being confused hell he was when he and Richard started their whole thing with each other, and Richard didn't seem like the sort to swing and neither does Humphrey he is married somewhat unhappily but still he is married. "Yes Richard and yes me and him and I've been cheating on my wife with another man the same man for the last …oh gosh…" He stopped and looked away from her. "I need a taxi." He said. Camille rubbed her head and then placed a hand on his shoulder

"I won't tell anyone and I am sorry for your lost Humphrey."

"And I am sorry for yours he spoke highly of you, w…well all of you but he was fond of you." He smiled weakly, she couldn't help but beam at that

"Thank you." She started to turn back to the others before looking back at him "I will be around later to your new home to help you settle in and I will bring some more of the Island rum." She smiled

"I would like that thank you." She nodded and walked back to the others, while he went looking for a taxi.