Chapter Eighteen
It was Thursday morning as I sat in the foyer of the Oxford. I was going over the notes I had written up on Carol. I looked at my watch as the time slowly ticked towards 10.00 am. The front hotel door opened and a woman walked in. She wore a silhouetted charcoal-coloured dress, with a matching hat, black gloves and a black handbag. She appeared apprehensive as I strode up to her and said, “Francine?”
She nodded awkwardly.
“Hi, the name’s Jack Dallas, but just call me Jack, and thanks for coming around.”
We moved over to the foyer chairs opposite the reception desk and sat down. Francine appeared to be in her late twenties. She was slim, had delicate long features, green eyes, short blonde hair, and skin that looked smooth like silk. She was somewhat nervous and I notic
