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    Once Debbie had seen the certificate she admitted to the strange man before her it could have been one of her father’s employees seen at the window.
    “That isn’t possible Mrs. Adams, your father had no employees, apart from the cleaner who has left and returned to her home in Cheshire.”
    “So I’m seeing things now Mr.…?” the question hung in the air.             
    “Leeson” he offered with a smile. “Not at all. I just think that maybe what you saw was a reflection from the sun on the window.” He just wanted to leave now. He was uncomfortably aware that his heart was pulsing so fast he thought it might run out of energy and stop beating altogether. He nervously smoothed down his already-perfect hair with a trembling hand.
    Out in the hall Lisa and Aiden waited nervously. The house was incredibly quiet, but still they could not hear what was being said in the other room. Starting to get worried Aiden approached the door, about to knock to make sure everything was ok when it opened before him and his mum and the slimy solicitor stepped out. Their mum said nothing to them, just showed Mr. Leeson to the door, thanked him and closed it quietly behind him. Turning she observed her children, not sure whether laughing would be appropriate.             

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    Mr. Leeson got into his shiny silver sports car (which he refused to admit was much too young for a man of his advancing age) and wondered if he would receive a phone call from the woman with a good figure, but haunting eyes. He had left her his mobile and office number, telling her if there was anything he could do for her (and he did mean anything in a literal sense for she was a looker) just to give him a call. As much as he appreciated her beauty he couldn’t wait to drive out of the gates and get as far away from this place as possible. He hoped he would never see it again. They could be good together though. He already had enough money to live how he wanted but with the money she was due to make on the manor house if she sold it he would be laughing. He couldn’t help wondering why she showed no emotion towards his client’s death. He had always found him to be nice enough, if a little old fashioned.
    He recalled when he waited for them to arrive. In that big old house all alone he felt nervous. He had heard numerous creaks and groans which he knew were to be expected in such a large old house, but it wasn’t so much the noises that had bothered him. The house just didn’t feel right. It had a very oppressing atmosphere and he didn’t like it one bit. As he was walking around when he first got there he felt as though he was being followed and when he reached the door beyond the kitchen that he could not open (and in a way was pleased he couldn’t open it) he felt like someone or something had brushed by him. Thankfully, that was when he heard the car pull up in the drive. He shivered involuntary at the thought and shifted uncomfortably in the plush leather seat of his six month old car that he had to have as soon as he saw it in the window of the dealership. Undaunted by the huge price tag as he could easily afford it, he purchased it immediately under the false belief he would attract the attention of the right sort from females. He had bet if her daughter had seen him in it he would be taking her for a ride right now. Yes, the mum was nice, but the daughter was young and pert. He wouldn’t say no. Driving home from the dealership in his brand new sports car he soon realized it didn't attract the admiring glances he was expecting. People around here were too prudish and set in their ways. He knew if he wanted to get on in the world then London was the place for him.
    They watched from the front window as Mr. Leeson neared the end of the drive. Just as he was about to drive down the long lane leading to the grounds gates and out onto the country road, he looked back