CHAPTER 13
Frank left Sade’s flat in the morning before she woke up. Hoping that the skinheads hanging around his place were night creatures, he headed for home.
They had gone. Nevertheless, for a few minutes, Frank stood on the steps leading up into the house and looked up and down the street several times before feeling safe enough to enter the house. Again, he did a double-check before opening the door to the flat. Still nothing out of place out there. On the floor, he found a sheet of paper that had been stuffed through the letter hole with the rest of the junk literature. It stood out because it was actually grease paper, the type you got your fish and chips wrapped in. “EDIOT“was scrawled on the back of the sheet in a blue felt-tip pen. When he unfolded the sheet, he read:
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