CHAPTER 30
JULIAN TOOK ANOTHER swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels and breathed in the dank air as he stood waiting on the platform for the train, glad of the anonymity of London Bridge underground station. Everywhere tourists and commuters scurried to and fro around him going about their business, or going home to loved ones. Nobody gave him a second glance.
He gazed enviously at the back of the young man standing in front of him; he had youth and vitality on his side. No amount of whisky could dull that fact that Julian had neither, and would never have either one again. He fingered Malcolm’s letter in his pocket. There were still a few minutes left to re-read it, just to make sure he had got it right the first time.
‘Dear Jules,
I’m so sorry it has to be this way. I can’t igno
