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Henry Jekyll was sitting in the café once again, nursing yet another cup of thick, black and highly caffeinated coffee. He was flicking through his note book and pondering the observations he'd made over the last couple of days.
He'd spent a lot of time following Vortex around, trying to catch the assistant curator getting up to something that he shouldn't be getting up to. Anything that could give him away would do. Even a visit to Flange's house would have been enough. After all, as law enforcers worldwide will tell you, it is well known criminal behaviour for an offender to revisit the scene of the crime. (Actually, and to provide some semblance of balance to that statement, what a complete load of old rubbish that is. No police force in the world has a Re-attendance Squad, a hi
