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It was darkening when the Range Rover pulled up. Six-thirty, autumn approached and the weather had closed in, the fine rain threatening a downpour; good conditions for what they wanted to do, except for rowing out and dumping the body in the river. They had learned from an earlier mistake and would discharge Justin’s body mid-channel on a receding tide, about ten this evening, that way the swift water would dispose of the body without much risk of it being snagged further down and found.
The men chuckled as they discussed their plans in the car as they approached Shadwell Basin outdoor centre, getting a perverse pleasure that Justin could hear them, considering it would be quite humorous should a man of such high standing be found drowned in the Thames, and with his bare bottom crissc
