THIRTY-THREE
Chaise came through the office door and went straight to his filing cabinet. The receptionist looked at him over the rim of her glasses but didn’t speak.
He pulled out the details of Chris Lomax’s properties and spread them out on his desk. There were five houses, all of them large Edwardian or Victorian edifices, with at least six rooms over three floors. No doubt they had cellars too, and all had sprawling gardens. Chris had invested wisely, most bought almost twenty years before, at knockdown prices. He’d renovated and converted them into studios or apartments. By letting out each room at around three hundred a month, he was making a tidy sum. Ryan calculated that each house would generate almost two thousand pounds a month, to bring in around ten grand. Even with the mor
