Here you go
It all came out in a bit of a rush so it may not be that good. but I hope you like it anyway
Part 32
Just as he was exiting the block of flats, he saw Mark’s car turn around the corner. He had to duck behind a wall to avoid being seen. John Paul was in the front seat with him, seemingly engrossed in what Mark was saying to him. His only option was to make a dash for it while they were parking. He couldn’t go the way he had come; they were both sure to spot him. So he ran in the opposite direction, without a clue where he was going. He ended up getting a taxi back to the Dog. He paid the taxi and ran straight back up to his room, not wanting anyone to see what he had tucked under his arm.
*
Mark was anxious to get up to the flat because a woman stopped him in the corridor saying someone had asked where it was. John Paul wasn’t worried, so someone had a delivery or something? It wasn’t a big deal. Mark seemed to think it was though and he hurtled up the stairs three at a time. John Paul followed as fast as he could but Mark could have been an Olympic runner at the speed he was going.
When they finally got there, John Paul was dumbstruck at the scene before him. The flat was a complete tip, all the drawers had been taken out and tipped onto the floor, everything had been overturned and there were smashed ornaments everywhere. John Paul was standing with no idea what to do but Mark seemed unfazed by the general mess in his lounge. Instead he went straight into the bedroom, lifted up one of the floorboards and gave a frustrated yell upon discovering that the small compartment was empty. John Paul could only assume that he had something valuable under there that had been stolen.
*
Mark was fuming. He knew exactly who had done this. Who else had motive to steal some worthless paintings? Plus he had been looking for one flat in particular. Yes, it was John Paul’s meddling friend Craig who had done this.
“What did they take?” Asked his boyfriend, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Erm…, just some family heirloom.” Mark lied. “Not valuable but it’s still precious to me.”
John Paul put his arm around Mark and led him into the lounge.
“I’ll make you a drink, and then we can clear up, yeah?” Whispered John Paul, sounding as comforting as possible.
He was just going to shut the front door when something on the floor caught his eye.
“Mark! Whoever broke in left their debit card behind! They must have used it to open the door!”
Mark leapt to his feet and joined John Paul who was staring incredulously at the name on the card.
MR CRAIG DEAN
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Don't kill him. 
