He was in his zone again.
∞
Bob had plenty of time after breakfast, but he desperately wanted to change his clothes, not least because his description might have been circulated. He checked out, bought two new shirts, underwear, socks, a pair of slip-on black shoes, and a holdall to put everything in. Bob put one of the shirts on and dumped the T-shirt. Then he had his hair cut and dyed blonde and walked to the Queen’s Tap to meet Mikey.
Bob saw him sitting at the bar reading the paper.
“Hello, Mikey! Long time no see! How are you doing, mate?”
“Oh wonderful! Just wonderful!” he replied sarcastically.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“You already have, but sure, a bucketful of Hurlimann’s.”
“Barman, two Hurlimann’s, please. Let’s go and sit somewhere we can talk, Mikey. I have a propositio
