Phil walked slowly around the moorland farmhouse and outbuildings, taking in the ancient slab roofs and massive stone walls that befitted the degree of exposure and remoteness of the place. He had only seen the property once on the day of his purchase, and the detail of its construction hadn"t completely sunk in. Winter here would be difficult, he could see that, but he would cope if he had to. However, he hoped to be long gone by then. For now it was an ideal hideaway.
He owned other properties than this, a couple of warehouses, a small block of flats, a few semis and HMOs and a dozen terraced houses, as well as shares in many businesses, but nothing in his property portfolio suited him so well as this: a place in which to vanish and begin a new life. He had no radio or TV, but his assis
