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been hell since.”
    “Why?”
    “Turns out the guy who was fucking her found out what she was really like. He turfed her out last night.” Bentham shook his head. “She turned up at my door, pissed as a tramps fart. Crying her eyes out, she was. So I did the charitable thing at let her stay the night.”
    Norman laughed out loud. “You sly bastard.”
    “What?”
    “You just let her in so you could bang her one last time.”
    “Obviously.”
    “Dirty git.”
    Bentham gave a nonchalant shrug. “Anyway, she comes in and is all over me like a drunken slapper.” He pumped his fist. “I was harder than a school boy peeking up his teacher’s skirt.”
    “I don’t blame you, I’d do her.”
    “Hey.”
    “You know me, though , I’d do anything with a hole and a heartbeat.”
    Bentham shook his head. “We went right up stairs. I’m naked in flash, but I need a piss. So I run the bog, didn’t have time to wash my hands coz I was desperate to get back … But she’s fucking asleep.”
    “Aw, man, devastating.” Norman chuckled as he popped stick of gum into his mouth. “What did you do?”
    “I had only one way to release the tension. I had to lock myself in bathroom until I had wanked away all my frustration.” Bentham sighed as he shook his head. “I was in there for hours.”
    “There’s our man.” Norman pointed as a beat up white transit van as it slowed to a stop. A frail looking man stared from behind the wheel, his face stricken with panic. He opened the door and caught his arm in the seatbelt as he climbed out of the van causing him slam into the door. “What do you think it is? No TV license?”
    “I wouldn’t want to know what was on his hard drive.”Bentham shouted, “Kris Turner?”
    “Yes.”
    Bentham shook the man’s moist hand. “I’m detective Bentham and this here is detective Norman. We’re from Metropolitan Police —Clubs and Vice.”
    “You must be the caretaker of the property?”
    “That’s me. I’m sorry for being late, traffic is even worse than normal.”
    “You familiar with Sergi Guzun from flat 6?”
    “Serge? Not too well, he’s just a name and a face to me really. Is he in some kind of trouble?”
    “Please just answer the questions, or you might be in a little bit of trouble yourself.”
    “S…sorry.”
    “When was the last time you seen him?”
    Kris stared at the floor as he rubbed the stubble on his chin. “A couple of weeks ago maybe. He sleeps during the day. If I need access for maintenance he always asks me to come after three.”
    Norman stepped up and asked, “What does he tell you that he work s as?”
    “I think he told me he’s into export and import. Maybe works in a shipping office or something, I don’t know.” Kris smiled. “Whatever it is, he seems to well out of it. He has a spanking new 4x4 , A Range Rover I think.”
    “What did he say to you the last time you saw him?”
    “Actually I saw him briefly on Thursday. I was working replacing a switch on the stairwell, he didn’t say anything but seemed in a rush.” Kris scratched his scalp through his thin grey hair. “He carried a large black sports bag on his back, so I guess he was either going the gym or stopping out somewhere.”
    Bentham jotted in his pad. “Does he have any regular visitors?”
    “He’s a quiet guy, seems a bit of loner.”
    Bentham showed Kris a picture of Tanya. “Have you seen this woman ?”
    “No. I’d remember a face like hers.”
    “Right, you better let us in to his apartment then.”
    “Certainly .”
    * * * *
    The detectives watched as Kris walked ahead. Clearly still not over his nerves, Kris fumbled with his bunch of keys. Norm whispered to Bentham, “I think you’re right about his hard drive.” Finally with his fob in his hand, he swiped the sensor and opened the double door.
    Norman asked Kris, “How much do the apartments cost in this place?”
    “Twelve hundred a month. Out of my range.”
    “And mine.”
    Kris opened