Chapter Seventeen
Personal demons.
After some checking and double-checking, I’d finally turned up the one missing detail in the Ellington file; a location for the bus driver.
William ‘Billy’ Bennett was currently out of work and spending his time taking up real estate in the seedier bars of Whitechapel. I found him on my third attempt, as he had something of a reputation for staking his claim at one pub in particular on Thursday nights after collecting his disability money.
When I stepped through the low doorway of The Red Lion Inn, it felt like returning home. I’d been in several places like this over the last few months, and they started to feel familiar. Cheap drinks, sticky carpets, and darkened shadows that made you feel both lost and safe at the same time.
My target was huge, un
