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The next day I called him.
“Jed, there’s something I’d like your opinion on.”
“Fire away Brad.”
“I really need to discuss it in person.”
“Okay, I’m free this morning so you can come right over if you want.”
After driving to the Northern Quarter and parking at the back of his office block, I made my way to his flea-bitten office on the top floor. He buzzed me in and I sat down on the uncomfortable chair that he reserved for his clients.
“Hi, Jed. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I said. “It’s kind of difficult to talk about.”
He could tell I was more serious than usual. He sat up a little straighter in his chair.
“What is it, Brad?”
“Those photos we discussed a few weeks ago. Did you get rid of them?”
His cheeks coloured a little.
“Yes I did. They’re gone.”
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