It’s debatable what’s harder: to produce a piece of creative writing or to find someone willing to read a draft and give authentic feedback. I was pleased and relieved when Jude readily agreed to read my draft crime novella. After all, I argued, not only was he a good friend but also a well-read and incisive member of a bookclub. I could certainly count on him to be objective in his feedback, yet encouraging. If he wished, he could do so over lunch. I’d shout him and we’d make it a social occasion. It should be fun, I thought. Little did I think the day would end as it did.