Chapter SeventeenHoward Greenfield parked his car in the car park of the Mole with Two Heads with drinking the last thing on his mind. According to the information on the back of the photograph, this was where Tommy Morgan would be that night. The A-Z road map showed only one logical route back to his apartment in Milverton Road, leaving Greenfield only to pick the right spot to carry out his task.
Pulling his overcoat collar up around his ears, protection against the biting wind and freezing drizzle, he set off along Hopdale Avenue. The terraced houses, fronted by tiny gardens, running the whole length of both sides, were not what he was hoping for. When School Road seemed to be offering only more of the same, he was unable to contain a growing sense of foreboding. Houses meant people. T
