“Yes,” Wullie said.
“I’ll go and have a word with Mr Largo,” Watters said. “If I can’t find him, I’ll be back for you. I certainly don’t know the name Billy Largo.” Slipping the gold watch and watch bar into his pocket, Watters left the pawnshop.
Thank you, Jim. Your little tip might prove to be invaluable.
“I am Sergeant George Watters of the Dundee Police, looking for Billy Largo,” Watters said to the thin-faced woman who answered the door in Fife Close.
“Who?” the woman looked confused. A man’s voice sounded from the interior of the house.
“Who’s that, Margaret?”
“It’s some fellow looking for a Billy Largo!” the woman called back. “He says he’s from the police.”
The man appeared with a collarless shirt, and baggy trousers. “Who are you looking for, mister?”
“Billy Largo,” Watter
