"I can't get it open, the lock won't budge," Shane slammed the case down on the table, at which it spring open. "Oh well." He searched through the documents before finding a filofax. It was denim with a pink flower on it. Rachel had been given it by her old newspaper - the Oxford Star - as a leaving present.
"Let's see....... Rachel Crane," Closing the case he called out: "Kian, where are ya?"
"Here," Kian strolled into the room. "What do ya want?"
"I've found the address. I'm gonna take it around now. Have you got the car keys?"
"Yep, hang on." Kian searched through his pockets and threw a keyring at Shane before turning on the TV and sitting down. "Have fun."
"Yeah, whatever. I'll see ya later." Shane picked up the case and walked out to the car. He climbed in and drove off towards Rachel's house.