CHAPTER 7
Frank found Bhatti’s exactly where Raj had said it would be, located about a hundred yards away from the tube station. It was a large and busy shop filled with mostly African and Asian customers. A million miles of gold and silver chains were displayed on mounted reels around the shop; so did stones of every description twinkle merrily, gaudily from dozens of racks scattered around the shop. Raj met Frank at the door and led him to an office located at the back. It was just a cubicle about four feet by six deep and much of the space was occupied by a table.
“Come, come in and take a seat” Raj suggested.
“Take a seat? This place is hardly large enough to swing a cat” Frank joked. Raj did not look amused.
“Why do you want to swing a cat?” he humorlessly inquired.
“Just my litt
