CHAPTER 17
Wednesday night loomed ahead of him like a shadow of doom – the closer it got, the larger the shadow. On Tuesday night he phoned Frank, as instructed.
‘All systems go,’ Frank said. ‘Meet Bomber in the car park at six forty-five. Park a couple of streets away and walk there. Afterwards, don’t contact me, wait for me to call you. Understood?’
‘Right.’
On Wednesday morning as he dressed he decided on his plan of action. He’d come home after work, shower and change, leave Carlene a note and go before she arrived home. He racked his brains for a reason to be home late. If only he had some friends he could rely on to provide him with an alibi. But there was only Derek, who, apart from the fact that he was still in jail, was too crazy and unpredictable to be a friend. He’d have to
