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Experiment In Terror – Kai Winding
After a spaghetti dinner in our local Italian, I dropped Madge off at home. I grilled her slightly less than the courgette, tomato, cheese and garlic starter, but she kept closed lips except to eat and drink. ‘Sinks ships,’ was all she said.
The next morning I picked her up again and took her to Brixton. ‘Keep your mobile on,’ she said, as she left the car.
She called me about one. I was sitting in my office, listening to Kai Winding’s Suspense Themes CD I’d picked up cheap. Good stuff.
‘Got them,’ she said.
‘Who?’
‘Come to the shop and you’ll find out. Better bring John Coffey if you can.’
‘I’m on my way.’
I phoned John’s office and told him the news. ‘I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes,’ he said.
I drove down to Brixton, and we both arri
