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Thurstan was on his way down Castle Street, heading for a ‘man in the wall’, having just left the Crown Court when Nicks called.
“The cottage? You still got people up there?”
He looked puzzled. “Shouldn’t have. As far as I’m concerned we’re done and dusted. Why?”
“I gave it a drive-by earlier and there’s still crime scene tape on display. I need to get in there. Can you get them to take it down?”
“Once I confirm it’s redundant why don’t you just go in?” Thurstan loitered near the Nat West ATM.
“Seems simple, but I don’t want some unexpected diligent bobby turning up on a boring night to remove it and finding me there. Get them to take it down today and I’ll call you to confirm later.”
He waved the next customer to take his place and stepped further away. “What you looking for in there?”
Nicks quickly considered whether to tell him then decided he should. “I got a note from Don, beyond the grave stuff. He’s left something in there for me and I know what it is. That’s all I can say for now. Speak to you later.”
Thurstan put the phone away, took out his bankcard, smiled at the woman just leaving, checked the facia for signs of skulduggery then slid the card home.