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Neil flipped through the accumulated documents provided by the Fadil. Scientist of some kind, isn’t he? Mid-forties, beard? I work in an industry where remembering faces and names gets you sales, and I am certain whom I spoke to.” I even remember Mister Grayson from his visits. “I have signatures, legal docs everything you would expect from a sale. “Michael Grayson?” said Neil, expecting Noel’s name. “Mister Michael Grayson bought the property, in cash, on the eighteenth of April two-thousand and thirteen.” “That’s right, I have the artefacts of sale in this folder for you,” said Fadil, handing a bound flip file over.

I think the family ran out of money to renovate or something, because in early two-thousand and thirteen the property was sold through us to a.” It belonged to a woman whose whereabouts were unknown, her family finally getting her classified as legally dead in August of two-thousand and eleven. I actually worked both of the recent sales.” “After seeing the news, we expected the police would come. A house not far from here, number forty-eight Lisburne Road.” “We are actually interested in one of the sales you made a while ago. “I can see they get it.” said Neil, removing the house details from his pocket. “Our customers expect something, different.” said Fadil, proudly looking round. “I like the office.” said Neil, keeping the conversational flow moving. My father met her on a business trip to Cairo.” “Was it your mother or father that was from Egypt?”įadil looked genuinely surprised. My name is Detective Townsend of Scotland Yard, Mister…?” His suit shimmered under the high-frequency lighting, its colour changing as the man moved.

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His skin was slightly olive, his nose large, hinting that at least one of his parents was southern Mediterranean. The man before them was tall and handsome, with a firm jaw-line and thick stubble sculpted into a goatee.

“Salutations officers.” the man said, in a rich north-London accent.

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Neil and Artimus waited in what the signage on the walls described as ‘The Tasting Suite’, which was actually just a room full of house details in plastic frames, until a man in a shiny green suit came out to greet them. It was just that here, in the booming middle-ground green belt of London, where price rises outstripped the national average by a factor of five times or more, the people attracted to the work tended to be predatory. It was not that Neil distrusted estate agents. Known for shipping the highest volume of housing in the area, they were well established as the agent of choice for many big-name companies and private property owners.Īs Neil pulled in to the kerb and strode toward the opulent frontage of the business, he was already surmising he would dislike the sort of people who would work there. Hersch and Whitlow were an upmarket estate agency in Belsize Park.

Proving that to Artimus should be a piece of cake. Neil was not just a good detective he was going to be a great one. His rating had never been anything other than exemplary, his record showed not a single failure to meet a deadline, and not one of his cases, if taken to court, had ever been returned as not guilty. Neil was proud of his achievements as a detective. Neil accepted, desperate to prove it was more than just his memory that made him a good detective. Neil would do all the questioning there, and at the interview’s end, he would explain the reasons for his actions Artimus promising he would only interject if absolutely necessary. On the drive to the estate agent’s Artimus set Neil a challenge.

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