Virtual Justice
“Her skin crawled as she struggled to push down the threatening shudder.
“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked with half-shut, sore-looking eyes.
“Paul Cram?” Lorne asked, taking an instant dislike to the grubby man in his late twenties to early thirties.
“Yeah. Who wants to know?” He squinted as he spoke.
Tony barged past him and into the hallway of the terrace house that seemed to have been converted into flats.
“Hey, you can’t do that. I’ve got rights! Call him off,” he told Lorne.
Lorne shrugged. “Not until we’ve had a little chat.”
Cram’s eyes narrowed as his gaze flicked between Lorne and Tony. “About what? And who are you?”
“You want to do this here so your neighbours can hear?”
“Whatever. Unless you tell me who you are, we’re staying put.”
Lorne gave him one of her business cards.
He read it and frowned when he looked up at her again. “Private investigators. Investigating what?”
“The disappearance of Karen Meldrew,” Lorne said.
“Your ex-girlfriend,”
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