“Thanks for meeting me,” he said. He reached across the small cafe table to shake the other man’s hand. He looked around, scanning the other people in the place, before sitting back down. “Not a problem. My job is to help. I’m Jim, by the way.” The other man was dressed casually, khakis and a … Continue reading »

He knew that someone had died in the bathtub.He could sense it, but he was still working out how it happened. Before he’d settled in for a long soak, he’d thoroughly cleaned the bathub. There were no traces of blood, not along the edges of the drain or in the tile grout, where less meticulous … Continue reading »