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Marius’s house was remarkably similar to Jeff Brelsford’s. She presumed most of the houses in the street and on the estate would be fairly identical, save for a few extensions or knocked-through interior walls.
Once Wendy had politely declined a cup of tea and managed to steer the conversation away from how much Marius had wanted to be a policeman in Romania but could never pass the exams, he began to tell her what he’d seen.
‘I went out to my bin, and I saw a man dressed in a black suit. He was just turning into Jeff’s garden, through gate and walked to door.’
‘Did you see his face?’
‘No, no face. Only back of his head.’
‘What did it look like? What colour hair?’
Marius grimaced slightly. ‘I am not sure. Dark hair, I think, and not long hair, but is dark outside and there is no..
