Page 83 of Inbetweeners
“That could be from the gym.”
“True but you look the outdoorsy type. Did you wear a uniform?”
“Yes.”
“Did you use specialised equipment?”
“Yes.”
“In the same location every day?”
“Yes.”
“On water?”
“Bloody hell. Yes. Why did you guess that?”
“Water or land, and something on land would be harder to guess. Did you work in a team?”
“Yes.”
Emmett chewed another chip. “Did you provide a service?”
Nix nodded. “Yes. Two more questions.”
“Shift work?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I think you worked on a Thames lifeboat.”
Nix gaped at him. “Wow. You are good.”
“Is that how you died?” Emmett asked. “Doing your job on the river?”
“No.” Nix took the empty fish and chip wrappings from Emmett and put them into the bag with his. “So, what now?”
Emmett’s phone went off and he pulled it from his pocket. “Another location.” Emmett showed him the address. “Gravesend.”
“Come on then.”
They hurried back to the bike. Nix wondered if Emmett would quiz him about how he died, but he was silent on the journey.
When they reached the address, there was no sign of anything having happened. Nix put the kickstand down and turned to see an elderly man coming out of the house next door.
“Nice bike,” he said. “I used to have a Harley.”
“Too noisy for me.” Nix locked their helmets in the panniers.
The man chuckled. “Drove my wife mad. It coughed worse than I did.” He looked at his neighbour’s house. “Trevor’s popular today.”
“Has someone been and gone?” Emmett asked.
“Ten minutes ago. Big flash Lexus. I hope Trevor’s not up to no good.”
He walked on and Emmett and Nix made for the door.
“Think we’re too late?” Emmett whispered.
