CHAPTER 15
Over the next couple of days, he managed to finish the photos in the two-hour window he had in the afternoon, between when he got home from work and when Carlene arrived. He didn’t want to risk her catching him at it again in the middle of the night. Anyone would think from her attitude that she’d caught him looking at porn.
On Wednesday afternoon after work, he rang the number on Frank’s business card. It rang several times before a voice snapped ‘Yes!’
‘Operation Luce End.’
He felt ridiculous as he said it, as if he should be wearing a false nose and talking into his shoe phone.
‘And?’
‘I’ve got what you wanted.’
‘Good. Meet me tomorrow, five-thirty pm. La Cantina Restaurant in the city.’
As Reuben lay in bed that night trying to think of an excuse for his meeting with
