‘He hails from Manchester and runs an escort agency that operates between Southampton and Portsmouth. He’s also a loan shark with a nasty streak. We hauled him in seven months ago after a guy claimed that Dessler beat him up because he couldn’t pay a debt. But then the victim withdrew the complaint, so nothing came of it.’ Brayshaw was sitting on the edge of Temple’s desk. Catalogue Man they called him in the nick. He was tall, lean and ruggedly good-looking, just like the male models in fashion catalogues. The ones who wear the smart suits, tight shirts and revealing Y-fronts. ‘Dessler keeps a low profile, but he’s well known to Vice,’ Brayshaw said. ‘He makes every effort to stay out of trouble. But he does have one conviction for ABH. Clobbered someone outside a club in London and did twelve months. That was back in 2000.’ ‘How long has he been pimping?’ Brayshaw consulted his notes. ‘The Blue Tequila escort agency was set up about eighteen months ago.
