CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The card in the stationer’s window drew his attention. £22 per week. Self-contained fully furnished flat facing Nonsuch Park. Ideal for a professional couple or single man or woman. For address apply within.
With the information scribbled down, Francis made his way through the park. It was a mid-August warm morning. He took the perimeter trail where the woodland smells of oak, cedar and birch mixed with dry earth leeched into his senses. Although a walk, it was quieter. Public transport he could do without. Only if it was a necessity. He had to be careful.
The rear of the houses were shielded by high fences. As he came out through the side footpath into a select quiet road he suddenly realised. The stupid b***h schoolgirl with her diary. This was where she lived.
Her
