Chapter 3
Frankie Fuller climbed the stairs of Gallagher's apartment block. He'd sent a couple of texts and had left a voicemail message when Gallagher had failed to turn up for lunch two days earlier. Gallagher rarely missed one of their lunches. On those rare occasions that he had, he'd given fair warning. Going to ground or disappearing on jobs was normal, but letting down and ignoring his friends was entirely out of character. That was why Frankie was walking along the corridor of an old warehouse converted into arty-farty flats.
Gallagher was dozing. The party at Colonel Bannerman’s house had been messy and he’d carried on drinking for two days after. He was dreaming of mortar rounds creeping towards a compound – crump, thump, crump – ever closer as the enemy fire team found their r
