Follow me please.” I get up and follow the mousy looking constable down the wood paneled hallway. The last time I was here was a week after Lilly’s death. We walk to the end of the hallway, and she opens a frosted glass door. D.I. Miles Rennie still looks the same, sitting in a cloud of smoke behind his cheap plywood desk. He looks up from underneath his half-moon reading glasses. His receding hairline is whiter than the last time I saw him, and his moustache and eyebrows are in desperate need of a trim. The mousy girl closes the door behind me. D.I Rennie gets up from behind his desk, we shake hands, and he gestures for me to take a seat. “Mr. Roxwell, thank you for coming.” “You wanted to see me.” “I’ll get right down to it, Mr. Roxwell. We’ve received a complaint from Mr. Colby Platt that one of your men is stalking him. Is that true?” He looks at me with lowered brows.
