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Claudia snorted, and I cleared my throat, not sure Tino’s wife would be happy about us knowing she was having such problems.
“It’s fine Tino,” I replied. “I’m just taking photographs and measurements today, now that the builders have finished.”
“No problemo. You do whatever you need to do. I go ‘ome now to my beautiful wife, I ‘ave cream for ‘er.”
“Okay,” I said, nodding my head.
“Eli, the gardener, He is ‘ere too. He ‘ave key and will lock door after you, okay?”
“Yes, that’s fine. Elijah and I know each other actually.” I frowned wondering why on earth I’d felt the need to tell Tino that snippet of information.
“Really? ‘Ow you know him?”
“I -.” I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of heavy boots on the concrete floor.
“She’s my wife,” Elijah said, standing next to Tino and staring directly at me. “At least she was, until she ran away five years ago.”
“Oh sheet,” Tino gasped. “We ‘ave bloody big trouble.”
