Danny King's exercise - part two

Here are today's words. Slightly over 250 but I'm writing and that's what counts;

Somebody’s trying to be clever, he thought, flipping through black and white picture after picture. They appeared to be meaningless, so why send them to him? One contained a grainy picture of Brownes Menswear store, another was of a cracked paving slab - these types of image made up the set of 18. He sipped some more whisky before deciding to drop the photographs to the floor.

He turned his thoughts to Jack Limme. Why had he left in such a hurry, and why were the police hanging around his flat? He had already paid a huge amount, so Findy would carry on the case regardless, but if expenses ran over he’d either have to curb his involvement in the case or work from his own pocket until Jack turned up, if Jack turned up. Following Katrina was too much fun; the type of fun that was worth getting into debt for. It was how she dressed.

Jack came in on the 16th and he started following Katrina on the 18th. He catches her with old big nose on the 20th and fist face later that afternoon. Other than that, she made almost daily visits to the bank, the same bank – on the Cornhill. Now nothing happened with old big nose, as they were in Christchurch Park throwing crumbs to the ducks. Fist face pulled the curtains on his window so who knows what was going on there? Presumably sex or he’s a vampire. But no real evidence of foul play. The next step is to get inside the bank and listen.