Watch Her Die by Deborah Lucy

Author:Deborah Lucy [Lucy, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime, thriller, and mystery
Published: 2019-07-02T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

THE OFFICE OF Curtis Coleman was off Gloucester Road. A tiny doorway was wedged amongst a charity shop and obscurely named boutiques; having checked the street numbers, Temple nearly missed it. He looked down a dozen named security buzzers before he found Curtis and Coleman. He pressed the buzzer and waited.

‘Hello, how can I help you?’ asked a female voice.

‘Hello, my name is Detective Inspector Temple. I’ve an appointment to see Adrian Coleman.’

‘Push the door. We’re on the second floor, first on the left.’

Temple went inside, up a narrow and steep flight of stairs. A small landing and another flight of stairs took him to a further landing with three doors, one signed Curtis Coleman. Temple pushed the door which didn’t open. There was another security buzzer to negotiate before Temple was invited across the threshold. Once through the door, Temple was struck by the decor and atmosphere; it had the air of an exclusive club.

Subtle lighting came from picture lights which shone on gilt framed paintings of race horses and on one wall, lights were directed at a full floor-to-ceiling bookcase. He walked across a plush Wilton carpet. At a reception desk stood a tall, exotic looking, immaculately suited receptionist, her long dark hair falling to one side across her shoulder. Looking up, Temple observed a security camera in the corners of the ceiling. He saw that a monitor on the desk had charted his progress up the stairs. The fact that Curtis Coleman were obviously so alive to security Temple felt he might be able to use to his advantage.

‘Hello, Mr Temple,’ said the receptionist, in a slightly accented middle-eastern lilt, as she greeted him with a wide white smile. With a confident authority that belied her years and slight frame, she said, ‘Mr Coleman will see you in just a moment, he’s just finishing a phone call to our Kuwait office. If you would like to take a seat,’ and gestured over to a seating area.

Temple sank into a deep seated, green leather wing chair in an alcove to the side of the reception desk. He continued to look around him. A glass table had a well arranged array of magazines and a vase of huge lilies. Another vase of the same lilies was on the reception desk. They scented the room. Before he had time to observe more, the receptionist spoke.

‘Mr Coleman has finished his call, you can go in now.’ She waved her arm towards a door.

Temple went in, to be greeted by the outstretched hand of Adrian Coleman. Coleman was tall, straight and expensively though casually dressed; he looked freshly out of the barbers and with a slightly plumy voice and athletic build, Coleman looked as if he’d just broken from a pose in a magazine shoot. Still in a suit he’d worn for days, Temple felt like a tramp in comparison.

‘Sorry to keep you waiting, Inspector, I’m Adrian Coleman, co-founder and CEO of Curtis and Coleman.’

They shook hands. Very soft, Temple registered.

‘I understand you think we may be able to help you with your inquiries?’ said Coleman.

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