Chapter 3Once he'd satisfied himself there was no one about, Frank went up the path and rang the doorbell. His swarthy features, gangsterish face and mean brown eyes didn't exactly go with the green ambulance man's uniform he was wearing. Neither did the big scar that ran across his cheek like a coiled cobra every time he grinned. But then, it wasn't like Frank really worked for the ambulance service. Ask him to take care of someone and he'd bring out a g*n.
The place had money written all over it. The geranium bushes were in flower in the small front garden, there was a Venetian blind in the window to prevent people from being able to peer in, and the door was black with a big brass knocker.
Just then, a vehicle drove up and Frank turned to check it out, but as he did so he heard the so
