Mark Latto stopped and looked up at

Mark Latto stopped and looked up at the white-painted wooden house on West Cliff Drive. There are many houses like this along the coast of California, many houses like this in Santa Cruz. But this one was different: there was a police car parked on the road outside. A police car outside a house doesn't always mean there's trouble inside, but Latto felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something wasn't right. He walked towards the front door. As he did so, it was opened by a mountain of a man, at least two metres tall, almost as wide as the door, and wearing the dark blue of the Santa Cruz Police.
'Yes?' Asked the police officer in a slow Amerikan voice.
'I'm here to see Deborah Spencer,' began Latto. 'She's expecting me.'
'And who are you?'
'My name's Mark Latto. I'm a doctor. I've come over from Britain to see her.'
'Well, you'd better come in, Dr Latto,' said the police officer, stepping back from the door to let Latto In. 'I'm afraid, I've got some bad news for you. Ms Spencer was found dead early this morning.'
'Oh no!' Latto put a hand up to his mouth. 'How terrible!'
'Yes,' continued the police officer, 'so I'm afraid you won't get to see her. However, a detective will be along here in a few minutes and he may want to have a take with you.'
'Detective?' Asked Latto. 'Are you saying...?'
'I'm not saying anything, Dr Latto,' said the police officer, looking Latto straight in the eye. 'I'm just asking you to take a seat in that room.' He nodded at an open door on the right.
'someone will be with you shortly.'
Latto found himself in a light airy sitting room, with a large window looking out over the sea. He put his sunglasses down on a small coffee table and looked out of the window. It was a lovely sunny March day. West Cliff Drive was busy with joggers and people walking their dogs. Further out he could see Santa Cruz Wharf beginning to open up for the day. A van was taking food and drink to one of the restaurants at the end of the wharf. A few men and women were fishing from the side. And although it was early in the year, there were one or two tourists walking along the wharf, looking into the shop Windows.
Latto was tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a light-coloured jacket and trousers and a light blue shirt. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. Although he was in his early thirties, he looked older. It was probably tiredness, he thought. It was ten in the morning here in California, but his body was still on British time. He sat in a yellow armchair near the window and closed his eyes. Time passed.

'Dr Latto?' Said a voice.
Latto woke suddenly to see a short grey-haired man in his l late f fifties standing in front o of him.
'I'm Tony Martinez, a detective with the Santa Cruz Police,'said the m man, taking some paper from the inside pocket of his old b brown jacket. He found a pen in a side pocket.
'Hello, Detective Martinez,'said Lotto, starting to push himself up out of the chair.
Martinez stopped him by holding out a hand. 'Don't get up,' he said. 'I've just got a few questions for you.'
Latto sat uncomfortably on the front of the chair. Martinez took a seat on the sofa opposite. His grey trousers looked old. So did his shoes.
'Officer Seymourt tells me you're British,' said Martinez.
'That's right,' replied Latto.
'So how is i it that you know Ms Ms Spencer?'
Latto thought for a moment before answering.
'I'm a doctor of western medicine and she's, she was, a doctor of Chinese, or Asian, medicine. She had some ideas that I was very interested in. We emailed each other about them. And then I came out here to learn more and so that she c could teach me how to use these ideas on my patients.'
'So how well did you know her?' Asked Martinez.
'Well, I met her once, a couple of years ago,' replied Latto.
'She was in London on holiday. We had dinner one evening. That's the only time we actually met. The rest of the time we just emailed each other.'
'And can you tell me what Ms Spencer was doing that interested you?'
Latto looked out of the window, deciding how to explain things to Martinez.
'You know what Parkinson's Disease is?' Asked Latto.
'Sure. It's an illness that old people get. They shake a lot.' Latto smiled.
'Actually it's not just old people who get it. Some young people get it too.'
'Oh! OK,' said Martinez.

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มาร์ค Latto แต่ Latto อเมริกัน Latto Latto สเปนเซอร์มีคนพบศพในเช้าวันนี้. '' โอ้ไม่! Latto อย่างต่อเนื่องเจ้าหน้าที่ตำรวจ 'ถามLatto' คุณกำลังจะบอก ... ? '' ฉันไม่ได้พูดอะไรดร Latto Latto หน้าต่าง. Latto Latto? กล่าวว่าเสียง. Latto ตื่นจู่ ๆ ก็จะเห็นคนที่มีผมสีเทาสั้น ๆ Seymourt บอกฉันคุณอังกฤษ 'มาร์ติเนกล่าว.' ที่เหมาะสม 'ตอบ เราส่งอีเมลแต่ละอื่น ๆ ค ตอบ ๆ ? ถาม 'มาร์ติเนกล่าวว่า

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มาร์ค Latto แต่ Latto ไวด์
Amerikan เสียง.
'

ดีคุณควรที่จะเข้ามาดร Latto Latto
สเปนเซอร์ได้พบตายเช้านี้'' โอ้ไม่! '

'อย่างต่อเนื่องเจ้าหน้าที่ตำรวจ' นักสืบ '
ถามLatto. คุณบอกว่า ... ?
'' ฉันไม่ได้พูดอะไรดร Latto กล่าวว่าเจ้าหน้าที่ตำรวจ Latto มองตรงในตา. 'ฉันแค่ขอให้คุณ

ท่าเรือกำลังมองเข้าไปในร้านของของ Windows.
Latto . ผ่านเวลา. 'ดร Latto ?. กล่าวว่าเสียง. Latto ฟลอริด้า ครูซตำรวจกล่าวว่าชาย M มาร์ติเนนักสืบกล่าวว่าล็อตโต้, กกท. ทำรองเท้าของเขา. 'เจ้าหน้าที่ Seymourt บอกฉันคุณกำลังอังกฤษ' มาร์ติเนกล่าว. 'ที่เหมาะสม' ตอบ เราส่งอีเมลแต่ละอื่น ๆ มากขึ้นและ Cตอบ ๆ'''Latto มองออกไปนอกหน้าต่างตัดสินใจวิธีการอธิบายสิ่งที่มาร์ติเน.' คุณจะรู้ว่าสิ่งที่เป็นโรคพาร์กินสัน? 'Lattoถาม.' แน่นอนว่า. มันเป็นความเจ็บป่วยที่คนเก่าได้รับ. พวกเขาเขย่ามาก'Lattoยิ้ม.' จริงๆแล้วมันไม่ได้เป็นเพียงคนเฒ่าคนแก่ใครได้รับมัน. รับมันเด็กเกินไปบางคน'' Oh!ตกลง 'มาร์ติเนกล่าวว่า