He sported a small, tightly clipped moustache and constantly groomed it with the tips of his fingers. He wore unusually formal clothes even in the height of the summer and his manners—when he was dealing with someone his equal or superior—were inclined to be unctuous rather than very polite. ‘I don’t understand why you’re here,’ he said petulantly. Alvarez, he thought, looked as if he’d borrowed someone else’s old clothes: his hair had probably not been brushed in days: he had shaved, but badly and there was a thin line of stubble on his left cheek: he had the slack look of a man who drank. When someone like this was a member of the Cuerpo General de Policia, it reflected badly on the whole corps. Alvarez scratched the back of his neck. ‘I’m not certain I know either. The thing is, I’ve been wondering whether there’s any connection between the deaths of Clarke and Allen. Apart from anything else, they knew each other.’ ‘And that is significant?’ ‘Well, not on its own, I suppose.
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