25The Grange was one of those buildings Mark had no business being in. He'd never paid it much attention since he arrived over the border. Just being a citizen of London didn't grant an automatic pass to everything the city had to offer. Places like The Grange were strictly off limits to people like Mark and Adams. Usually they'd have no right to stain the marble floor with their dirty footprints. But today was different.
Despite their appearance the receptionist smiled at them. “Good morning gentleman, how can I help you today?”
Adams already had his badge out, Mark fumbled for his.
“Agents Adams and Bellamy, your check-in system flagged up a couple of people we'd like to have a chat with, can I trouble you to take a look at some pictures?”
She took the photographs off Adams. “You kno
