Finding him took nine days, which she found insulting.
He was not on the roll at any firm. He was not on LinkedIn, which he had never been on. His flat in Bermondsey had been let — she went, on a Tuesday, and stood outside it like a lunatic, and a young man in gym clothes came out of the door and looked at her.
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