Chapter FifteenThe frost was already settling as he waited in the cold, night air at the corner of Arthur Road and Gap Road. It was a few minutes after six when the sleek, dark-coloured Jaguar saloon pulled into the kerb beside him. The back door was opened, an unspoken invitation for him to get in. Allowing only enough time to drop into the rear seat, the car moved off again. As much as he could see in the dark, the man beside him was young, certainly bespectacled, with a rather large nose.
“Good evening, Mr. Greenfield.” The man adopted a business-like tone. It could have been a normal business meeting in the office. “As indicated on the telephone, your assignment has come through. You will probably be glad to know your subject is a male. Men seem to find it so much harder to kill a fem
