CHAPTER 6
Ida Simpson wasn’t anywhere near what anyone would call a beauty. In fact, she would just be so ordinary if not for those fantastic large eyes. About five-two, but she moved with unusual grace. She had been a clothes model, albeit a failed one, before she married Harvey Simpson, Frank would later learn.
Frank caught her leaving the house at Kentish Town the next morning at about ten. She took the train to Tower station and then on to Dagenham, with Frank trailing along; safely out of her way and dressed up in workman’s clothes. She was met at the station by a good-looking young chap, who hugged her, and hand in hand they strolled away. Frank loitered for a long while around the shopping mall across the road while she and her friend had a lively chat and sandwiches in a coffee s
