Chapter 7
‘Bar 21? Never heard of it,’ Anna said, as we pounded the pavement through Fitzroy Gardens.
The sun broke through the speckled clouds as it greeted the early morning with purpose. I’d told Anna about the envelope under the desk. That and thinking about the café had kept me company through a sleepless night.
‘That doesn’t prove he’s lying though,’ she continued.
‘No, but then I asked him if he wanted to go to the movies, and he got all jittery. He told me he had to go into work to sign up a contract. Some rubbish about the client going overseas and that was the only time he could do it. Nothing about going to a bar.’
‘And how much money?’
‘A lot. At least a few thousand.’
‘Maybe he’s saving for something.’
‘But why hide it? It doesn’t make sense.’
‘Confront him. There mus
