All puffed up, fat and pompous and slightly silly looking. He was in his fifties but looked older and really was not in great shape considering, a few too many pies and pints. He formed quite the contrast to the ultra fit, ultra slim dark haired go getter that had come to see him.Ĭolin didn't wait to be asked and just sat himself in the leather chair across from Fletcher's desk. Trust you are well? So what's this about? What's so important we can't speak on the telephone?'Ĭyril stared at him. So full of himself and his self importance. So sure, so confident as if nothing could stop him. Somehow he managed a smile and handed over a brown envelope to his guest. He waited until Colin had taken it and looked inside before continuing.
'You'll find there some information that I have come into possession of.