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‘Fucking hell,’ Nicky Chen said, blowing out a dense cloud of cigarette smoke. ‘That story the cops put in the paper was absolute crap. They made it sound like I was sucking the guy’s dick or something. I had my seat belt on, so it’s impossible I’d be leaning over going the gobble unless he’s hung like an elephant or I’ve got a neck like a bloody giraffe.’

Laughing, I shifted on the barstool and waved my notebook at the mark across her chest. The notebook was mostly for show. I had a digital recorder running in my front pocket. Despite what you may have heard, the number one rule of journalism is