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SANDERSON (SANDY)
The detectives expected resistance to their unannounced visit, but there was none. The goon at the entrance let them in without complaint, and Culley ushered them into his office, where his solicitor sat, the smuggest of looks on his well-to-do face.
‘This is my solicitor,’ Culley said without offering Sandy or Tomy a seat.
Tomy walked into the foyer and pulled a chair from the waiting area, dragging it into Culley’s office. Sandy copied.
‘That’s better, Tomy said, crossing her legs. ‘Let’s get started.’
‘Mr Solicitor,’ Sandy said, looking at the perfectly coiffured man. ‘No need to introduce yourself. We’ll get to know each other quite well in due course, I imagine. Anyway, my colleague and I have credible information that your client was involved in the murder
