The story continues…

And here is the latest installment in Facebook status storytelling:

"It's such a sad street don't you think?" The sun had disappeared behind the heavy grey blanket again, making her melt into the surrounding drabness somewhat. He looked out, through the cover of protective grime. It protected him from onlookers and the onlookers from watching an unshaven man in his forties drinking himself into a state he felt must be happiness almost every night.

He saw nothing out of the usual: Passers-by, their eyes firmly fixed on the ground or on their way, drunk Matt, singing with alcoholic gusto in front of the Frontiersman. The shopkeepers, watching the street for customers, wondering why no-one wanted their grubby wares. To him, this was home. If home was sad , that worked for him. He knew how it felt.

"And what brings you to this sad part of town?" If she found this neighborhood sad, she must come from one of the upper circles of the city. This was one of the middle ones, which sheltered the wealthy poor. Her makeup said something of wealth, no-one down here wore such elaborate love-paint, not even the geisha girls. "You were recommended to me by Julian Reuter." Reuter! He gasped mentally.

Reuter. The Mayors amanuesis. The man everyone had suspected to be behind the Siddiq Case. All traces had certainly led to him, but the police had arrested one William Tamena, a small- time weeder, before that one, final all- important clue materialised. After that all official support was withdrawn from the case. The amount of noise it had generated made sure that — was out of work since then.

If he knew this dame, then she went all the way to the top. She moved in the circles that had brought him down. He wondered for a moment what her game might be, then decided to ask. " Reuter- did he mention how we met?" "He told me something about you having worked for him before. He said he was very satisfied by the work you had done." — grunted. The man he had hunted for six months was sending him business?

I get the feeling there is more to come…

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