There were only two people who might have cleaned up the Jones files and left it sitting on a clean part of the desk.
Either Corinne or more than likely, Felicity.
As for the other files, some were still on the desk, but the rest were in the filing cabinet, some looking as though they’d been thrown there. An indication either or both had left in a hurry?
Stop analysing, Harry told himself.
Of course, there was no doubt both of them had a tidy streak in them and had rearranged the file in a different order than he had left it. That, he guessed, had more to do with the fact it had probably been scattered amongst the other paper still on the floor, and she had assembled in much the same methodical way in which her mind worked.
Whoever it had been, they were far more organised, and more importantly intuitive than he had ever been, one only had to look at the way Corinne, it had been her, filed her schoolwork.
He could also see that they had attempted to put other files back together but clearly, for them, it was a lost cause. Looking at the mess now, he agreed and simply shrugged.
It was a moot point whether he’d clean the office up properly before his father arrived. His father was the one person Harry knew who would look very disdainfully at the office, and more likely than not to blame him for the mess rather than the true culprits.
Somehow his father always managed to turn an argument around and dump the blame on his son. Perhaps he should not have tried to strike out on his own, and, in his father’s eyes, fail. And that in itself was an interesting question. When the going got tough, did Harry get going, or stall?
Would he be any further with the Jones case if he had not been attacked? It seemed from what Corinne said after her meeting with Sykes, that even the detective was no further advanced.
Had Sykes interviewed Angela yet?
It was a mistake on her part to come and pick him up from the hospital, and a worse mistake on his part to agree to be taken to her place. Harry was not sure if she felt sorry for him, or it was a case of keeping an enemy close. At this point, he was more inclined to believe the latter.
Corinne was right, and he should start talking to Sykes, and even more so now that he had a lot more information. For one thing, Sykes needed to know that Angela was in the building the same time as he was, and she had seen the body. Sykes had been sceptical at the time, but Al had not shown up and was still listed officially as a missing person.
But, as a little voice in the back of the head kept telling him, Angela was not going to tell the truth unless it suited whatever game she was playing.
Harry went through the reconstructed file, and as he was reading it, he saw different possibilities and conclusions, including one noted at the bottom of the last page, left by Corinne.
“Al is still alive?????”
It was a reasonable assumption.
An impatient rapping on the outside door interrupted that thought.
Harry put the file away, stacking several others on top of it, and went out to the front door.
No mistaking the figure outlined through the window.
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