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DI Martins followed the secretary into Eric Larsson’s office, the one on the High Street, not the one at the studio, and immediately took a seat across the desk from the studio owner. She had a constable with her, a young man who had been given firm instructions to stay quiet and out of the way, and he took up a position at the rear of the office, where he stood like a statue, silent and immobile.
“I’m Detective Inspector Martins, Mr Larsson, I believe Inspector Stone told you I would be coming by.”
Eric Larsson nodded, a little taken aback by the brisk demeanour of the woman in front of him. “He did. He said he was going to have you follow up on the rumours that were started yesterday about my studio. I take it that’s why you’re here, so, how can I help you?”
“I want you to provide
