‘I’ll be keeping these photographs, Mr Ford, if you don’t mind,’ said David.
‘You can keep it,’ said Nicolas.
‘What was George’s housekeeper’s name?’
‘Amanda Blackett.’
‘You know her address? Neighbours do share that sort of thing in case they are not home,’ said David.
‘I think I have it,’ said Hayley as she got up and walked towards the bookshelf situated in the corner. She took out a diary, shuffled through its pages, and then tore one. She walked towards David and handed him the torn sheet of paper. He gave it a quick look and folded it and kept it inside his pocket.
‘Is she employed now?’ asked David.
‘I don’t think so. The Hustles paid her enough to last for a lifetime,’ said Hayley.
‘You know about any other George’s known associates?’
‘We’ve told you all that we know,’ said Nicolas, and Hayley nodded.
‘All right. Thank you so much for your time and cooperation, Mr and Mrs Ford,’ said David and shook hands with them and departed.
David had just sat inside his car when his cell phone rang. It was Greg. He picked up the phone and said, ‘Yes, Greg? Any update?’
‘Good morning, sir. No, sir. Actually, I think I will need an expert after all.’
‘Why?’
‘Both the addresses are bogus.’
‘What?’
‘Casney’s calls and messages were not just directed to one address, they were directed to two of them,’ said Greg.
As soon as David was out of the house, Nicolas picked up his phone and dialled a number. He said, ‘Captain David Brown came here today. I’ve told him a lot of things. Hope that’ll convince him.’