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The old man walks around the side of the house and opens the back door into a tiny kitchen.

"Go and sit down in the back room Yank, the gas fires on so its nice and warm. Spect you'd like coffee wouldn't you? Well sorry, but I can't abide the stuff and neither could my Elsie when she was alive, so its PG Tips or a glass of water"

The old man puts on the kettle and gives some sort of biscuit treat to the labrador which waddles into the next room and plonks itself down next to a roaring gas fire.

Greg obliges, trying to put his friendliest face on - remembering the lessons on bedside manner he had in school. "The name's Greg... and oh, that's ok... I'm not a big coffee drinker myself. Whatever you're having will be fine," he says to the man looking around the house. He makes his way back to the back room where the Labrador trotted off to. "I couldn't help but see that you were quite aggravated out there. Those policemen didn't seem the least bit interested, but I am. What's got you so riled up? Did that fire next door damage your house too?" He looks around the back room for photographs, particularly of this Elsie he mentioned - but of anything else that might be of interest as well.

"Excuse me?" Greg asked perplexed. "Your roses went missing? These men... were they foreigners?"

Greg nodded, "Wow. Well, I can certainly understand why you're upset. I don't suppose you got the license plate number? Oh, and can I see where these roses were?"

"I'd like to see... if you don't mind," Greg says to the man.

Outside there isn't much to see, someone has simply thrashed the heads off all the rosebushes the flowers haven't been taken the stems are broken and flowers and flower petals litter the floor. Greg would assume its simply a case of mindless vandalism.

Greg spends some time looking at the ground for shoe prints. He expects to find James Sprigs' shoes in the dirt, so he will look to see if there are two separate shoe tread. He will also look for any foreign matter - a torn piece of fabric... drop of blood... maybe some ectoplasm? Is any of the bush scorched? Doing his best Sherlock Holmes impression here. Investigating for clues isn't normally his thing, but he's going to try.

Greg spends 5 minutes looking around for clues but finds nothing which changes his initial oppinion that this is simply a case of petty vandalism.

Greg goes back to James accepting his tea and says, "Well, whoever it was, they certainly do not like roses. Tell me about the people next door, in the fire. Did you know them well?" He sips from the glass.

"Do you know... did they have any enemies? Were they afraid of someone finding them or maybe they had some bad history?" Greg asked, still wondering why they were targeted, or if it was just bad luck. He drank some of his tea and looked out through the window to see if he could see his friends out there.

"Can't say as I do. I know Odeta thought that girl was trouble. I guess she was right."

OOC: Greg,Mr Sprigs house is not on the same close as the Tolka's home, when you followed him down the path you effectively left the close. You can make out the back of the house from Mr Sprigs back garden (yard).

ooc,Where is the rose bush in correlation to the Tolka's home? Would being in James' back yard give me any good view of the burnt house?

"Really, he did? How come?" Greg asked.

"Odeta its a womans name and I can't say I rightly remember, I think she said something about her already being owned by someone. Odeta was Albanian just like the Tolkas, it was some old country thing. She'd already said as much to the Tolkas, I think they had an argument about it."

OOC:,No rose bushes are by the front gate. You can see the house from the back door though which is the door he let you into the house by. Jame's back garden is about two doors down from the Tolkas back garden.

"The police will probably figure she was brought in with some prostitution ring... but I think it's much darker than that," Greg confided in James. He finished his tea, stood and said "I would like to thank you for your time, conversation, and the tea, Mr. Sprigs. I do hope your rose bush recovers from the senseless vandalism." He fished out a business card and put it on the table, "If those men return or you think of anything else important, please give me a call anytime. But please, do not attempt to confront them yourself. They are dangerous men."

James looks at the card with some interrest. "Doctor heh, well if they do turn up Doc, I'll give you a ring." He waves the business card like a fan, then gestures out the window towards the ruins of the Tolka's house "But if I'm honest I reckon they got everything they wanted last night"

"Yeah," Greg says, heading towards the door... "Until next time anyway." He leaves and heads back towards the others.

Greg has an SMS from Jacob telling which says he and Liz are talking to a man back in the close.

OOC,go [url=http://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/viewtopic.php?f=192&t=2779&p=116725#p116725]here[/url]

Greg knocks on James Sprigs' door again, this time at the front door rather than prance through the man's back yard. "Mr. Sprigs...?"

Gregs hears some muttering behind the door as someone moves around the kitchen and then the door opens. "Hello doctor, wasn't expecting to see you back so soon. Spoken to the police already?"

"Um, not really. But it came to my attention that I might find some particularly useful information if I could speak with your neighbor friend, Odetta," Greg responded. "Any chance you can point me her way?"

"Oh... huh. You know, I was thinking that she must have lived nearby since you said you spoke to her over the fence while taking your dog for a walk. I presume she was seeing the Tolkas at the time of your conversation? Did she see them often? What sort of relationship did she have with them?" Greg asked in rapid-fire.

Greg nodded. "Do you know what church she frequented? And could you tell me what she looks like?"

I think it was St Agatha’s, its on the Wareham Rd in Hounslow, it used to be a its an Orthodox church, you know all incense and funny clothes. Listen, do you think she's in danger? I mean I heard on the radio the police are looking for a 'Tito', well that was what the Tolkas called Odetta, only its not her name its their nickname for her it means 'auntie', you need to look for Odetta Nano.

OOC:Greg,James gives Greg a description of Odetta but frankly it could be any old woman - short, grey hair, wears a black headscarf, blue dress black top.

Greg shrugged, "I don't think so. I think who did this got what they came for. But if you should see her, please advise her to be careful and ask her to contact me. My friends and I intend on getting to the bottom of this, maybe even bring these terrible people to justice. Oh, and maybe make them pay some retribution to you for the damage they did to your rose plants. I'll certainly keep that in mind too." He nodded with a smile, "Thank you, you've been most helpful."

Once Greg left, he sent a text to the others advising 'I lead on Odetta, but it isn't local. meet back at Jason's car.'

[Spoiler-Button]ooc: What day of the week is it anyway?[/Spoiler-Button]