THIRTY-FIVE
LONDON, 2021 AD
After years of driving his feisty A3 Sportback, Hudson had to adjust to the Ford Fiesta but this silver-grey hire car was anonymous and it brought him down the motorway to the East End of London. He paid the congestion charge and turned into a side street to escape the procession of thundering double-decker buses making their way to the terminus at the end of the evening rush hour. There he consulted his A to Z of London to find Kate Briggs’s apartment. He looked at her husband’s visiting card again and back at the street map. It was only a couple of streets away.
He decided that the Briggs woman might be able to save him a lot of time and trouble if he could winkle out the whereabouts of the long hill with its cross. He pressed his hands to his temples. His
