Chapter Twenty-One
Dave Harris is a fresh-faced skinny teenage assistant manager of ‘Style Boutique’. The shop is a throwback to the golden days of swinging 60's Carnaby Street and trying hard to tap into the new trend for retro looking clothes. It sells both new and old clothes. However, rather than having a central London address it sits in the depths of a south London high street that has long since seen its best years. It was barely surviving but Dave had proved himself as a very good salesman in the year he had been working there with what was his first real job helping to keep the shop afloat
He is sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper that says ‘Mystery corpse found at council rubbish dump’, when in walks the owner Bob Johnson, a well-to-do man pushing 60 and somewhat ove
