Chapter 43
Grey clouds swirled overhead, casting a dark shadow over the city and then the rain came again in torrents. Frank kept to the side streets as best he could making his way inland from the embankment, past Covent Garden, and then north-east and to the place where the kidnapper was last sighted. It was all he had to go on and hope slipped away like rainwater that streamed down the street drains.
He found the Stripes bar and knocked hard on the door but there was no answer. Frank glanced at this watch. Probably too early. He strolled down the street, looking for somewhere to grab a coffee and found himself standing across the road from Smithfield market and remembered seeing a café in there once. Sure enough, it was still there and he bought a takeaway Americano and strolled aroun
