Chapter 6

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The motorcycle courier turned left into the mews and dropped a gear. The throaty roar of his bike fell by a few decibels and he coasted to a halt in front of Number 26 Fen Court. The name ‘Iceni International Ltd’ was engraved on a polished brass plaque on the wall to the left of the main door. The courier flipped out the kickstand on his bike using his right foot and then, with an economy of movement that would have impressed a Black Belt 5th Dan, he dismounted and reached for the keys in the ignition. Said keys were attached to a bright yellow plastic slinky that was in turn connected to the rider’s jacket pocket. Rummaging in a pocket for your keys after the 500th delivery of the day necessitated such an arrangement. He reached out with a gloved hand and turned the key and the slinky s

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