There was no dead body to trip over, as it turned out. But there was sneaking around in the daylight. I followed that with some sneaking around in the dark.
Life takes strange turns. I was asked to look into a possible hospitalisation/death. From my comfortable apartment in Baker Street, I deduced that the old fellow might just have died.
Other deductions.
Maybe he just wasn't well enough to answer his door.
Perhaps he was away on an unpublicised trip to the Bahamas.
Or he was in hospital.
Anyway, he was in hospital. Events slobbered across the scene, and shattered all attempts at communication.
If you are elderly, infirm, live alone, and most of your regular contacts suddenly up sticks to start a new life in fresh fields, make sure you have a clear line of communication to the people who matter.
Otherwise, I'll be called in to sneak around your place looking for clues. And I turn those up, whether they relate to your well-being or your porn stash.
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