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the doors to the elevator and the detectives followed him inside. As it rumbled its way to the top floor, Norman glanced at Kris, “You here every day?”
    “Not every day. I maintain several properties, I was last here the day I swapped the light switch on the stairs.”
    The bell rung and the doors slowly opened. Kris stepped out. “Oh Dear .”
    “What?” Bentham followed Kris out into the corridor and spotted the forced door. Standing at the doorway, he cautiously peered inside the apartment. His eyes fixed on the broken TV before spotting the smashed mirror. “It’s been ransacked.” He nodded at a nervous looking Norman before snapping a shard of wood from the door frame. “Police, nobody move.”
    The glass crunched under Norman’s shoes as inspected the fire extinguisher. “From the circular impacts on the door, it looks they used this extinguisher as a ram to force entry.”
    Kris nodded from the door. “Could be, that came from out here.”
    Bentham walked back into the living room. “Whoever was in here has long gone. Let’s get forensics here ASAP.” He stared at Kris. “I need you to give me the recordings from any CCTV you have.”
    “I’ll get on the phone to the manager straight away.”

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Serge woke with a smile. A breeze of excitement quickly cleared his sleep filled head.
    Showered and wearing a change of clothes, Serge left his room and knocked on Tanya’s door. He waited for a moment, before knocking louder. But still the door was left unanswered. “Tanya, it’s Serge, Is everything OK?” Serge rested his ear against to door, but all he heard was silence. “Fuck, where is she?”
    Serge stormed to the reception and placed his hands down on the desk in front of the receptionist. “I’m looking for Miss Patrick. Has she left with anyone? ”
    “I’m not sure .”
    Serge leaned closer so he could read the young receptionist name tag. “Clive, she is a young, long -legged blond, the kind of girl you notice. Have you seen her leave the hotel?”
    “I just c ame on duty. I started at eight.”
    “Room forty -three B, tell me if she checked out?”
    The young man traced his finger down the log book. “Still occupied.”
    “Did anyone with an accent like mine talk to you since eight or any time in the past twenty-four hours?”
    “No.” Clive began to panic.” Look, what is this?”
    “Calm down, Clive. Have you a master key or a swipe card? I need to get into her room.”
    “I’m not allowed to give to you the master key , but I can escort you to the room if you like?”
    “Fine, do that then.”
    * * * *
    At Tanya’s door, Clive opened the door. Serge barged past into the room. “Tanya?” The stiff breeze from open window drew his attention. “Fuck.” At the window he peered down into the well kept back garden. His eyes studied the rusting fire escape. “She’s been grabbed.” In a panic, he rushed around the room searching for any clues.
    Clive watched from the opened door. “Want me to call the police?”
    “They can’t help.”
    “Are you someone like some kind of Jason Bourne or James Bond?”
    Serge threw the bedspread onto the floor. “Just shut up and keep out my way.”
    “What the…?” Tanya stood behind Clive in the doorway. “Serge, what are you doing?”
    “Where the fuck have you been?”
    “A morning jog. Needed to clear my head after last night.”
    Serge pushed Clive out of the way and flung his arms around Tanya, crushing her tiny frame in his arms. “I thought… Well you don’t want to know what I thought.” Serge stared at the Clive. “Haven’t you got a job to do?”
    “Sorry, I’ll be off ….”
    Tanya pulled herself free of Serge’s grip. “I thought you’d be sleeping late this morning. So went for a run.”
    Serge slammed the door shut. “You have to tell me your schedule, so I know exactly where you are. I need to know everything.”
    “Sounds a bit possessive.”
    Serge shouted like a drill