Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
A bell rang as Gina pushed the door of the lettings agency open and Jacob followed her through.
She was glad to catch them open after seeing on the door that they closed at five.
Yes, they had Craig’s computer but it could take the tech team ages to get into it and find that document, and that was only after it eventually reached the station.
It was much easier to head here themselves and ask about the lease.
She held her identification up. ‘Can we speak to a manager, please?’
The receptionist peered through her aviator glasses. ‘Yes, but we do close in two minutes. Is it anything I can help with?’
‘It’s about a short-term lease that has been arranged through your company.’
‘Okay, I’ll call Mr Jordan. Go through and wait in there.’ She pointed her long-nailed index finger at the door to her left. They went through and sat in the faux-leather, bucket chairs.
Gina searched on the system so that she’d have all that she might need in connection to the warrant for Craig Crawford’s arrest.
A man in a grey suit with a bun twisted at his nape stepped through. ‘Follow me, we can talk in my office. So, you’re police?’
‘Yes, we need to speak to you with regard to a tenant.’
‘Okay, we don’t give personal information out.’
‘We have a warrant for your tenant’s arrest.’
‘Ah, okay.’ He nudged open a door at the end. ‘Have a seat.’
Gina and Jacob sat at the one side of the desk and Mr Jordan walked around and slumped in his chair. ‘Okay, name?’
‘Craig Crawford.’
‘What’s all this in connection with?’
‘We’re in the middle of an investigation, so I can’t disclose anything as yet.’
‘Helpful – whatever.’
Gina estimated Mr Jordan to be in his late twenties.
‘My dad, the other Mr Jordan, normally deals with this stuff but he’s on holiday so you’ve got me.
’ He clicked his mouse and peered at the screen.
‘He’s at Nightingale House, number eight on Stirling Street.
It’s a short-term for three months. He’s two months in and…
’ Mr Jordan peered at the screen. ‘My dad has had to have words with him. He upset the downstairs neighbours about a month ago.’
Gina knew where that estate was. It was a new build. ‘What did he do?’
Mr Jordan grinned and leaned back in his chair. ‘Noisy sex.’