CHAPTER 11
Most of the next day had been spent in a drudge. Not knowing where next to pick up the trail from, Frank spent the day window shopping around Ilford and prowling the Upton Park market in the faint hope that a solution would suddenly leap into sight; but he had no such luck.
Trevor called around six in the evening and asked Frank to come over. Trevor had just moved into a new flat in Canary Wharf. It was a large spacious place which he had sparsely but very tastefully decorated in wood, soft leathers, and plush carpeting. Trevor was really moving up in the world, and again Frank wondered where all this money was coming from. Trevor’s girlfriend, Sandy, a very pretty Dominican girl, was just leaving when Frank arrived. She gave Frank a quick hug and was gone. Sandy was a very ta
