Twenty-nineSome time after the interview they dropped her off near the docks and Marilyn wandered down to the riverside. She paused near the crime scene, now cleared but with yellow tape still forming a barrier. It was a grim afternoon. She looked across the iron-grey water to where the outlines of square, solid structures and elegant towers filled the view. The magnificent waterfront of Liverpool, buildings erected to celebrate and glorify past achievements, and an empire built on human suffering. None of the edifices were appropriate for a modern, caring world, if anyone still believed the modern world was any better than the past. Marilyn had her doubts. One only had to consider the outrages perpetrated in Eastern Europe, Asia, Africa to see not much had changed. The world of today was
