The fact it didn’t heartened her even further.His office wasn’t quite in keeping with the rest of Freddy’s empire that Jessica had seen. Far from the sprawling driveway and enormous house surrounded by the greenery of Greater Manchester, the breeze-block building on the edge of an industrial estate not far from Prestwich wasn’t exactly what Jessica had expected. It was only when she thought about it that it made sense: if you were looking to hire a tradesman, you’d pick a bloke with a phone number that had the same area code as yours and a local-sounding voice. If they could give you an address somewhere in the city limits, then all the better. People didn’t want someone who lived in a giant mansion renovating their house; they wanted down-to-earth working-class types who’d come in, call them ‘luv’, and at least have the good grace to pretend they weren’t ripping them off.Jessica did a loop of the estate, driving slowly in the hope that people would notice and speculate about what was going on.
