CHAPTER 12
MOORGATE, SILVERTOWN AND EALING, LONDON
The driver of the Audi A6 drove past the Tay Wharf gate, caught sight of the attractive long legs of the drunken p********e and slowed to a halt, checked his mirror and reversed to a stop near her. He was a successful businessman, a partner in a small marble and granite importing firm. Although he was married, his insatiable appetite for women involved occasionally paying for the services of a s*x worker. Graham Elliott couldn’t resist an easy target like a boozed-up w***e. He decided to get some strong coffee into her, then take her to a nearby motel that he’d used for such occasions from time to time. He pressed a button, and his window slid down, allowing him to call to her, but he received no reply. Looks like she’s sleeping off a sk
