Jane: A Very Crappy InputMature

I got off at Holloway and walked round the backstreets to Widdenham Road. This was going to be fun. It was about eight am and the little tyke would most likely be asleep. I walked up the street looking for number seven. No one around here was probably awake.
I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked on the door even harder. Still no bloody answer. I banged on the door until the windows shook and somebody stirred.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming man." Jesus how do these people speak?
He opened the door in only his boxers.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" The poor kid thought he was hard.

"You don't need to know who I am. You James Henderson?" I questioned.

He hesitated. "No. What the hell do you want?"

"From the pause I guess you are. Can I come in?"

"Not bloody likely." I raised an eyebrow.

"Let me re-phrase that." I pushed him out the way and walked into the hall. "I'm coming in." I looked around, it was bloody discusting. Dirty clothes everywhere and by the smell of it he was growing drugs in the next room.
"Nice place you got here." He closed the door and walked past into the kitchen. I followed.
"A little birdie told me you've been messing with the phone lines."


"Still need to wake up I take it. You know I really haven't got time for this. Did you or did you not mess with the phone line?"

"Who wants to know?" He was really starting to piss me off.

"Me!" I walked up to him and grabbed his throat. He wasn't ready for it, so there wasn;t exactly very much of a struggle "Now that were on the same page. What were you doing with the phone lines?" I asked threatening him.

"N-nothing. I was paid too." he stammered.

"By who?"

"Some bloke, I was with my mates and he came up to us and asked which one of us could climb, he paid me to put some thing on the phone line near someone's house."

"What did he look like?"

"Not sure, he was quite suited and booted though, with a posh accent, but his skin looked dark maybe not from around here." I sighed, thanks for the very descriptive input.

"I might be in touch soon. So be a bit more dressed next time." I let go of him and walked to the door, out onto the street and headed to the tube station. Just another day in the office.

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