DI Hall asked.“He needed to get some photographs, he needed some new gear.” Jackson shrugged. “Well, that’s what he told me, so I lent him the dough.”He looked up as Tennison came in. He nodded and smiled at her in a friendly fashion. For the record, Hall stated that DCI Tennison had entered the room, timed at 7:35 P.M. He went on to ask Jackson, “How much?”“Two hundred quid. Then he disappears. So, I go out looking for him.” Perfectly natural, nothing untoward, his tone implied.Jackson’s normally scruffy mop of spiky hair had been gelled and combed down. His face bore the signs of the previous night’s fracas, but otherwise he looked quite presentable in a clean T-shirt inscribed with “Happy Mondays” and a brown suede trucker jacket. His jeans even had creases in them.His brief, Mr. Arthur, had made no such effort. If anything, he was even seedier than before. A small attaché case rested on the shiny knees of his trousers, its cheap leatherette scratched and torn, one of the clasps missing.Otley said, “You go to Vernon’s flat looking for him?”“Yeah, but in the afternoon.
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