Chapter 57

James stepped out of his invigorating shower and heard a disturbance coming from the corridor outside his apartment. He wrapped a towel around his waist, opened his front door, and peered into the hallway. What the hell?

Armed Police lined the hallway. Forensic teams scurried up and down the communal stairway. Those coming up were puffing with exhaustion. Those going down carried sealed forensics bags, boxes, and computer equipment. One Police Officer caught his eye, running down the stairs, clutching four bulging paper bags in each hand. The word Exhibit had been stamped across them in red ink.

“Please go back into your apartment, sir, until we are finished.”

“What’s going on?” asked James, eyeing the passing traffic.

“They closed down the lift. We have to walk.”

“No, I mean, why are you here?”

“We have a warrant to search one of the premises above you, sir.”

“Dio Buchannan’s place?”

“Yes, do you know him?”