We’ve had all sorts living there since.’
‘Back to John Abbott,’ Sheldon said. ‘So everything that was in the paper was a lie?’
‘Yes, apart from the fact that it was his address, but not for long.’
Sheldon thought about what had been in the paper, and how it matched what was in the file. The paper hadn’t got it wrong. He remembered his thought from earlier, how Abbott seemed determined to get himself before the court, almost as if he wanted to draw attention to himself.
‘Did you see much of him?’ Sheldon asked.
‘No. He didn’t come out much, but he used to get visitors. All in black, they were, and used to arrive in a dirty old van.’
Sheldon nodded. It all fitted. ‘When was the last time you saw him?’
‘A few weeks ago now.’
Sheldon thanked the man and turned away. Just as he walked along the pavement, a pair of headlights swung into view around the corner ahead and then drove quickly towards him. Sheldon’s eyes narrowed and then he tensed.
The car was a silver Audi, and it pulled up sharply behind his car, the tyres grinding along the kerb. The doors opened quickly and two men got out, in their forties, both in dark suits and bright white shirts, thin ties above the three jacket buttons that were fastened tightly.
Sheldon pulled out his identification again and thrust it forward, as they advanced quickly towards him.
‘DI Brown, Oulton police,’ he said quickly.
The two men exchanged glances, and then the taller one nodded. ‘We know, and we need to talk.’
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