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When George came back after a while, Harry still stood next to the body with a stricken look on his face.
Without acknowledging the return of the forensic, he stated:
“Lucas is dead. I’ll sign the papers for his body. When can they be ready?”
George was a bit startled. “Lucas, but... – Oh, I see.” He turned round and almost instantly had a pack of closely written sheets of paper in his hand.
“Those are the examination proofs, this has to be signed to release the body, and here your signature is needed to get him released to be cremated. – Burning would be my choice, at the highest available temperature. Nothing to dig up later, you know...”
Harry nodded his consent. George obviously understood full well what Harry intended.
“No word to anyone, you understand. I have to do further research and the fact that Lucas is still around could very much damage that. Better to keep him out of sight and let him remain dead for all time.”
“I understand”, George consented. “I owe you one, anyway.”
Both men nodded in acknowledgement.
Harry thought about the time two years ago, when he had helped George to hide a missing test result. But still he had doubts about George’s guilt in the first place. When the results had been lost and nothing could be done about it any longer, he had helped to cover it up. George Henley had been going through his last angry battles of his divorce. Harry still thought that someone had manipulated the alarm clock for George to miss the deadline for the chemical analysis and not that George had set it wrong. But nothing could be proven. The results were irretrievably gone and the culprit as a result could never be found.
Harry had full trust in the ability and reliability of George. His competence was unsurpassed and he was sure, that only a manipulation could have caused that one singular mistake. George was an absolute genius and would find every hint if there was one. Such a mistake was so much unlike him, who even in his dream would rather cite the chemical elements table instead of counting sheep.
“Do a full research and examination of the body. I want as many details and information about him as you can find out, but not a single word to anybody else. Every hint concerning his real identity would be enormously helpful, but keep it quiet. Try to find out what you can, but he must remain Lucas, without any doubt or suspicion.”
“That is fine with me, Harry. No-one will hear a word from me. I will file in a report for the missing guy as well, so no suspicion can arise.”
Harry left George to his further examinations of the fake Lucas and convolute of reports, while he went back to the grid. He would try to find out more about what Lucas’ real intentions were and Saturday was as good a day as any and even MI-5 and the grid were lesser populated than on an ordinary week day.
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