Greg regarded the man before him with an impassive eye, weighing up what kind of man it would take to walk into Scotland Yard so brazenly.
"The Sergeant you met at the desk tells me you have information pertaining to my case." He eventually said, letting his fingers intertwine together and rest upon the desk as he leaned forward just slightly.
"In your own time."
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