February 22nd, 2007
Rook was as good as her word, and the next morning Daphne awoke to find a short summary of information in her inbox, courtesy of firstname.lastname@example.org. According to Rook, the unfortunate victim was named Thomas Pike, and he was a 43-year old insurance salesman who lived in a flat in Mayfair. Rather well off, but recently divorced, no criminal record other than a few DUI charges, all recent.
When Daphne finished work and drove out to Mayfair, she discovered that Pike lived in a good neighborhood and had a good apartment, at least judging by the outside of it. The block of flats had in a previous lifetime been a set of stately, Victorian townhouses, their rooms chopped up and repackaged to sell to secure professionals in London proper. There were a dozen names on the mailboxes in the lobby, and there, on the second floor, were Thomas & Megan Pike. Apparently, Pike had not changed the name on the mailbox yet.
More interestingly, jutting out of the corner of the mailbox, where it had been improperly stuffed in, was a scrap of green paper.