It was an ordinary morning until a SWAT team broke down your door and arrested you for the assassination of a Supreme Court Justice.

You’d awoken just seconds before your alarm was set to go off at 7am after a great night’s sleep.  You’d padded down the hall to the shower, hummed off key amid the steam for your usual 6 minutes including a shave (4 minutes without). Flicking the switch on the coffee machine as you passed back on your way to dress, you were firmly in routine mode. Pants, shirt, brown belt and shoes – no tie – as it was Friday. You arrived back in the kitchen just as the coffee started to splurp into her favourite mug. Milk, half a sugar (she was cutting back) and then you returned to the hall set to wake Marie and deliver her coffee just like every weekday for the last 17 years.

Midway down the passage you remembered she was gone. A heart beat later the SWAT team started battering and shouting, and then you watched the perfect cafe latte soak into the carpet in your corridor as you lay face down being cuffed. “Sir, you are under arrest for the assassination of your wife, Marie Jacobs – Supreme Court Justice!”