I doubted he’d know who she was, and he didn’t reply anyway. Just made some noises into the phone that sounded like groans. ‘OK,’ he finally said. ‘Bring it all back here. No sense throwing it out, I guess. But we need to give Emma some money for it.’
‘Sure, of course. I’ll see you soon.’
I hung up and found Mrs Len standing in the doorway behind me. Both of them were very good at creeping up on people. Her lank grey hair was cut in a severe bob that matched the thin line of her mouth.
‘Are you ready for me to clean now?’ she asked.
‘Yes, of course. I’ll take the boxes out to my car and get out of your way.’
She nodded and looked around. ‘What’s that black powder stuff?’
‘For fingerprints, I think.’
‘Len’ll take some off the bond for the cleaning.’ She sniffed the air.
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