41
Radar Love – Golden Earring
I did as I was told again, climbed the stairs, then went along a wide platform towards a half glass door at the end. Inside, in air conditioned cool, sitting behind a metal desk, toying with a small revolver, and listening to some forgotten song from the sixties playing on a portable radio, was Stowe-Hartley. Still looking like a shark waiting for his lunch.
Unfortunately for me, it looked like I was the main course.
‘We meet again, Mr Sharman,’ he said. ‘Sit.’
‘Where is she?’ I demanded.
‘Don’t worry. She’s in good hands. At the moment she’s receiving the hospitality of my home for the elderly. I must say she’s a feisty old girl. But then, my staff are used to difficult customers.’
The old folks’ home. Where this whole mess had started. ‘I’m warning y
