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‘How the hell has Trevor Marksh to see a glimpse of a cobbled courtyard Peterson found his flat number and pressed call

‘He o hundred K in the civil suit against the MET Invested it in property, and by the look of it, just before the housing boom,’ said Peterson There was a crackle and a voice asked theates soundlessly swung inwards

They walked into a large courtyard surrounded by a sates slid closed, and at once they were transported away fro for us?’ asked Erika as they approached a tall red brick toith a large glass entrance A tall baldingat them in anticipation

‘He has an assistant,’ said Peterson

When they came level the man nodded curtly He had pale skin, and a bald shiny head A pink scar wove its way across his forehead and vanished behind his left ear

‘Good afternoon officers, ain,’ he said He had a clipped South African accent and Erika could see that underneath his suit he carried considerable bulk They handed over their ID’s and he looked at the up between them Satisfied he handed them back,

‘Please coe black laquered table sat between two doors, and on it was a beautiful white vase with a delicate pattern of roses Erika thought of the entrance to her own flat, a tiny table covered in copies of the local free newspaper and take away leaflets

‘What’s your narey and distant ’Please remove your shoes,’ he added as he opened the door The aparte open-plan area with a beautiful pale blue carpet edged in cream and white roses He stood over them as they removed their shoes, and Erika noticed how uncoh,’ he said Theyarea which was dotted with pale sofas around a large low coffee table It was covered in glossy photo books featuring iirl looking up at the ca a sandcastle on the beach She had large pale blue eyes and a serious pout There was nothing illegal about the picture, but it fit into the jigsaw of Trevor Marks picture

The roo in an are pictureThe vieas of the Tha boat was the only traffic on the choppy water, pulling a long flat barge

‘Trevor Marksman?’ asked Peterson The man turned and for a moment Erika couldn’t speak His head was covered in skin, but it didn’t look like it had always belonged to hie flat piece had been rolled out, and then carelessly placed over his head The skin was painfully tight around his eyes, barely affording him eyelids, his lips were non existent

‘Please sit,’ he said He found it difficult totrousers and a shirt which was open at the neck, where his burns continued His hands were red raw and claw like and there were only the reer

‘Thank you for speaking to us,’ said Erika She looked across at Peterson as staring down at Markse She too felt revulsion, but shot him a look to keep a lid on it and focus

‘Would you like some tea or coffee?’ he asked His eyes were cold and very blue, and Erika re shot photo taken of Marks out from behind a Halloween uests,’ said Marksht two folding chairs, and they sat close together in front of Marks for the NHS, used to come in every day to help me I have heart proble to sit I poached hi kids playgrounds for you, or does he do that for you?’ said Peterson