Chapter TwelveToby Simpson knew he needed expert help in countering the scathing article that had so annoyed him. His essay had to be convincing. Stating the principle was easy, but the ‘tower block’ question needed a substantial answer. A bland broad-brush response simply would not do, and in the circumstances would be irresponsible.
Now that he had a driver, an amazing but necessary perk, he could use the travelling time to phone. They had left Downing Street at two and by the time they’d reached the M4 Toby had tracked down an old school friend who knew about Site Value Rating and, over the years, had followed up with a degree at university. Tom Wynter was his name, a damn nice chap in Toby’s estimation.
Simpson punched out the number just as the car entered the elevated section at Ch
