CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
BIRMINGHAM, FRIDAY MARCH 9 1956
The transport café has the look of a run-down building that has long been past its best. The parking area at the front houses three large trucks, a van and a solitary black car. Pulling on to the gravel forecourt in the Riley, Brian thinks it looks a bit too seedy, really, and he doesn’t like the look of the grime-encrusted windows at the front, two of them open and belching out grey steam. Perhaps not, he suggests. Go on and find somewhere a bit more suitable? Elsie doesn’t think so – they have been searching for more than an hour and this is the first they have found. They should have had a good breakfast before leaving, she acknowledges that it was a mistake not to. They do need to get there early, though. Anyway, give it a try, she t
