P.M. He had gone to the squat and scored some amphetamines. He had not been into the flat but had spoken to a boy standing on the landing outside number 19. He told him what he wanted, the boy returned with it, and Mark paid him. He also admitted that he had been to the same address on two other occasions. He tried it on, saying he had a sleeping disorder, but Anna ignored the excuse; she knew Taylor was just trying to get out of the fact that he was scoring illegal drugs. The most important information to get out of him was who had given him the squat contact. He said he couldn't recall specifically but, at a party, he had met someone who had passed on the address and told him that they were dealing in anything he wanted, and at a straight price.At last, they got their first link. Taylor said he did not know anyone called Wrexler, or Carter; all he did know was the Christian name of the driver—Donny. The latter had driven one of the guests to the party. As Anna already knew this Donny worked for the firm employing Wrexler, she was confident that they would be able to track him down. At the same time, she insisted they get the name and address of the girl giving the party. She was called Samantha Smith-Felton, was well connected from a wealthy aristocratic family.By the time they reached the last address, it was eight-thirty. Anna was hungry but decided to continue; the sooner it was finished, the faster she could get home. They found themselves on a council estate, almost as rundown as the squat in Chalk Farm. Eddie Court's souped-up Mini was parked in the drive of the estate. It was at least fifteen years old, not one of the new flash models. According to Jeremy Webster's list, this vehicle had been parked on the estate on four different occasions. The trace on the eighteen-year-old Edward Court had thrown up one previous arrest for burglary. He was currenty working as a painter and decorator. Considering his record, Anna wouldn't have let him near a can of paint outside her property, let alone inside.Eddie's mother was named as renting the property; he had given her address on his license documents. When Anna knocked on the paint-peeling door on the fifth floor of the high-rise, Eddie opened it. As Anna showed her ID, he tried to shut it, but she left her foot firmly between the door and the frame. After a few terse words, Eddie opened the door wider and, begrudgingly, showed them into the front room.It was untidy and stuffy, with a television tuned to a sports channel. Anna sat next to Gordon on a stained, broken sofa. Eddie hovered; he was wearing tight jeans, trainers, and a T-shirt with zigzags across it. His hair was braided, with small beads attached to the ends. Anna went straight to the point, explaining that they were there to investigate a murder."Listen, I dunno what you think I done, but I never done nothing!" the boy burst out. "I thought you was here about a ladder gone missing from the van."