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husband’s well being. But then, he thought to himself, it has been three days, she is a business woman, busy keeping everything going in his absence and probably very composed in all matters including those of the heart. He had also detected the slight tremor in her voice.
Tom endeavoured to put all carnal contemplations to the back of his mind and said,
“I know you have already been through all the details relating to Mr Peterson’s disappearance with Sergeant Atkins but we need to go through it all again in considerable detail Mrs Peterson. I don’t want to distress you but I will also need to ask you very personal questions relating to your marriage, I hope that’s okay with you?”
“It’s fine Tom, I need to know that he’s okay and find out what’s happened to him. You are the Detective, whatever you ask I will endeavour to answer truthfully and fully. As regards our marriage, it’s common knowledge amongst our friends that it‘s not perfect, but whose is these days?”
After about an hour and a half both Detectives had listened in great detail to the full circumstances surrounding Colin Peterson’s disappearance. They had made many notes relating to his description, identifying marks and scars, habits, clothing, favourite bars and restaurants and details of the personal belongings he had with him the morning he left. They obtained full details of his car and financial and communication facilities such as bank accounts, savings accounts, credit cards, mobile phone, e-mail addresses etc. All this coupled with details of his Doctor, Dentist, Solicitor and close business associates would allow Tom to fully circulate details of his disappearance to the many institutions and individuals who could help monitor any activity on his personal accounts, mobile phone or e-mail or report any personal contact.
Maria Peterson had described her husband as a fairly ruthless entrepreneur who had, over the years, made a small fortune buying up derelict property in and around London, having it totally renovated and placing it back on the market to produce ludicrously high profits. A man of 51, five feet ten inches and stockily built who kept himself in peak physical condition with a strict regime of gym visits during the week. He liked to dress in stylish fashion, Italian tailor made suits and handmade shoes being his favourites. Neatly cut short receding grey hair, clean shaven with mean, harsh brown eyes and a constantly angered expression is how his wife had described him. A strange description from a loving wife! Mrs Peterson had given an interesting overview of his life. A serious man with few close friends, he went to school in a London suburb and his parents had raised him as best they could in a squalid council flat on an estate, which, in his teenage years, was terrorised by gangs, crime and racial discontent. After leaving school at 16 he worked for numerous dubious London car dealers during which time he developed an appetite for quick and easy profit and powerful, expensive and extravagant motorcars. He discovered how money and image could change his life so dramatically. He always had something to sell and making a profit on absolutely anything is what made him smile and drove him forward. As a young man a keen interest in cars, both modern and classic, a fast growing interest in antiques and fine art and the realisation of the profitability of property renovation led him to eventually building and developing considerable wealth and successful businesses with vast turnovers.
Due to his ruthless and suspicious nature in business his close friends were few. Peterson owned a large fine art/antiques shop in Gloucestershire and a similar but smaller outlet in Brighton on the Sussex coast. Both were managed for him on a day to day basis by business partners he had been involved with all his working life and with whom he had been friends at school. She claimed they knew him better than she did. Mrs Peterson and
Tom endeavoured to put all carnal contemplations to the back of his mind and said,
“I know you have already been through all the details relating to Mr Peterson’s disappearance with Sergeant Atkins but we need to go through it all again in considerable detail Mrs Peterson. I don’t want to distress you but I will also need to ask you very personal questions relating to your marriage, I hope that’s okay with you?”
“It’s fine Tom, I need to know that he’s okay and find out what’s happened to him. You are the Detective, whatever you ask I will endeavour to answer truthfully and fully. As regards our marriage, it’s common knowledge amongst our friends that it‘s not perfect, but whose is these days?”
After about an hour and a half both Detectives had listened in great detail to the full circumstances surrounding Colin Peterson’s disappearance. They had made many notes relating to his description, identifying marks and scars, habits, clothing, favourite bars and restaurants and details of the personal belongings he had with him the morning he left. They obtained full details of his car and financial and communication facilities such as bank accounts, savings accounts, credit cards, mobile phone, e-mail addresses etc. All this coupled with details of his Doctor, Dentist, Solicitor and close business associates would allow Tom to fully circulate details of his disappearance to the many institutions and individuals who could help monitor any activity on his personal accounts, mobile phone or e-mail or report any personal contact.
Maria Peterson had described her husband as a fairly ruthless entrepreneur who had, over the years, made a small fortune buying up derelict property in and around London, having it totally renovated and placing it back on the market to produce ludicrously high profits. A man of 51, five feet ten inches and stockily built who kept himself in peak physical condition with a strict regime of gym visits during the week. He liked to dress in stylish fashion, Italian tailor made suits and handmade shoes being his favourites. Neatly cut short receding grey hair, clean shaven with mean, harsh brown eyes and a constantly angered expression is how his wife had described him. A strange description from a loving wife! Mrs Peterson had given an interesting overview of his life. A serious man with few close friends, he went to school in a London suburb and his parents had raised him as best they could in a squalid council flat on an estate, which, in his teenage years, was terrorised by gangs, crime and racial discontent. After leaving school at 16 he worked for numerous dubious London car dealers during which time he developed an appetite for quick and easy profit and powerful, expensive and extravagant motorcars. He discovered how money and image could change his life so dramatically. He always had something to sell and making a profit on absolutely anything is what made him smile and drove him forward. As a young man a keen interest in cars, both modern and classic, a fast growing interest in antiques and fine art and the realisation of the profitability of property renovation led him to eventually building and developing considerable wealth and successful businesses with vast turnovers.
Due to his ruthless and suspicious nature in business his close friends were few. Peterson owned a large fine art/antiques shop in Gloucestershire and a similar but smaller outlet in Brighton on the Sussex coast. Both were managed for him on a day to day basis by business partners he had been involved with all his working life and with whom he had been friends at school. She claimed they knew him better than she did. Mrs Peterson and
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