I didn’t have Mr Seebold’s contact number, so after locating the security firm’s contacts on Thornton’s desk, they were called. I knew the two who arrived. They were the same bike men from the k********g attempt, and had led the team securing the premises with the new system. Although I knew them by sight, I now learned their names. Matt and Martin.
They quickly took stock of the situation. The body couldn’t be disturbed yet, but as they were familiar with the layout of the house, they led the police around, room to room. The only sign of any tampering was the open door concealing the safe. No one needed a postmortem examination to know that Thornton’s neck had been broken. It was obvious. I dreaded what would follow.
Matt started, explaining the operation of the new security system to t
