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The following morning, Harry had only found a few hours of rest. While his tumultuous thoughts disturbed his peace, the forensic called him. The hour was still too early for regular working hours, so what was that call about?
Harry trusted George Henley implicitly. They had long known each other in the service for Queen and country. So Harry waited patiently till George came to the reason why he called, after sharing each other’s family problems and best wishes. They even shared similar disturbed relationships, as it was hard to be a forensic coping with dead bodies and keeping a happy, undisturbed marriage working.
“Why would Lucas fake his tattoos?” With this blunt question George started the topic.
“Fake, all tattoos?” Harry broke out, before he could rule in his surprise.
“I come in, do nothing, tell nobody.”
Harry took up his jacket and keys and walked out the door, while still talking to George Henley over his mobile phone.
“Who does already know, George?” he asked.
“Nobody. I am alone here at the moment. I started early to leave shift early today, you understand, visiting day with my son. Has no sense to keep reminding my wife’s lawyer that I am working most weekends.” George’s resigned voice reminded him so much of his own fight with his wife during their divorce.
“I only have to destroy the already made tape recording and do it again, as soon as you are here. Nobody will be the wiser for it. – Lucas had real tattoos – had he not?”
“Do it. – And, thank you, George.” Harry refused to answer the last of George’s questions and just once again confirmed that he would be there in a few minutes, before he hung up the phone.
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