CHAPTER 45
Thor Solberg sat at the smoke filled bar of the Anchor Inn and emptied the content of the pint glass in front of him. He would be glad to get back to Denmark where he could have a decent drink. Lager in Britain never tasted the same as his beloved Elephant beer back home. Nonetheless he had drunk eight pints already that night and was waiting for a refill when two photographs were placed on the bar in front of him. He turned to see who had put them there, behind him stood two large Oriental men in Burberry suits.
“Have you seen these two people?” asked the larger of the two men. Solberg was over six feet and powerfully built, but even he felt intimidated. He recognised the picture of man, not the pretty blonde haired girl.
“Perhaps,” he said, placing them back on the bar.
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