"Geraint was representing me at that event and it will go the way it always goes in the press when it all comes out. It will have been my fault, all of it. Because men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr. Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman -- who should have stopped it. Who should have acted. Who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer, and there is nothing lower in this whole world than a bad mother."
Well, well, Joanne.
"'I've heard ... that there may be photographs.'
'Photographs," repeated Strike.
"Winn can't have them, of course. If he had it would be all over. But he might be able to find a way of getting hold of them, yes.' He shoved the last piece of tarte in his mouth, then said, 'Of course, there's a chance the photographs don't incriminate me. There are no distinguishing marks, so far as I'm aware.'
Strike's imagination frankly boggled. He yearned to ask, 'Distinguishing marks on what, Minister?', but refrained."
Bwahahaha -- don't tell me Rowling has somehow anticipated l'affaire champignon (mushroom)? Well, of sorts, anyway? Not that Britain doesn't have a rich history of its own as far as these, um, situations are concerned ...