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. '.
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