Chapter Eleven
It was 4.30 in the afternoon when I made my way down to the hotel reception desk and asked the hotel clerk where Llankely Lane was. The young female clerk gave me directions.
“It’s about a fifteen-minute walk – down Darlinghurst Road,” she said.
I gave her a smooth wink and headed out the front doors.
It was a sunny late afternoon as I strolled down the main street of the Cross with a smoke in hand. I looked around at the bustle of people and traffic. I knew it was going to be a whole lot busier when 5.00pm came round and people clocked off work.
I was nearly down the end of the Darlinghurst Road when I saw the laneway up ahead. I stopped and searched the surrounding area. To my right, and up around the corner, I spotted a café. It looked like the only one around. I not
