Chapter 41
Less than an hour later, Frank stood sheltered under a tree from the continuous rain opposite the house where Maria’s friend, Rosie lived at Barnes Bridge. The autumn golden brown leaves scattered on the ground, an impressionist picture as if taken through a blurred camera lens. A policeman stood outside, draped in a waterproof overcoat, standing stoically on guard. The kidnapping had obviously been reported and someone had the sense to make the call that maybe Frank’s other family members were at risk.
He wondered what his sons would end up doing with their lives. Would he even see them grow up at all? The spectre of death had hung over him more than once in recent months and then he steeled himself. He had to survive, for their sakes at least, and he had to keep alive to get
