Chapter Twenty Seven

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The man from the Black Sedan shakes his head slowly. He cannot understand what is going on. He gets out his laptop, opens up a file named Morisot and clicks on the document labelled, 'Morisot behaviour.' He types in the date underneath the earlier entry which is last night. He has written, 'Morisot left her apartment at 5 p.m. She has another vehicle at her disposal, 1998 Datsun, registration number EF3890 parked in Netherland Street. I followed her where she parked outside a Public House. She had a beer and then returned to her car. I was unsure who she was stalking this time but she ended up following a man in a taxi.

Today, Morisot is decked out in a mumsy outfit, glasses, brown hair and she talked to the neighbour of the man, whom I have now discovered is Sam Withers. Obviously I know who he is but for her sake he'd better be some random guy she's picked up on Thursday nights or an old ex.

The man in the Black Sedan emails the Morisot update as an attachment. 

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