CHAPTER 25
Frank threw back his head and downed his Scotch. A pair of breasts leading a skimpily dressed platinum blonde sashayed past. A volley of wolf-whistles followed her. He smacked his lips appreciatively.
‘View here is unsurpassed, don’t you agree?’
‘Not bad,’ Reuben said. He glanced around him. At seven pm, The Lido was still half asleep, like a tart waking up, yet to put on her face and costume. A couple of tables near the stage were occupied by businessmen, shirtsleeves rolled up and ties loose, staking an early claim for a bird’s eye view of the show. Occasionally, one of the dancers, attributes on show, strolled through to give them a special preview. A menu in a holder graced each table, but no one seemed interested in food. The air was thick with the fumes of alcohol and e
