Chapter FourCurled up and tucked inside a small enamel pot on Justine’s dressing table were ten crisp twenty pound notes, stashed away and left untouched until Nick needed them to pay for a flight to Australia. Most evenings, as he wearily undressed for bed alone, he would quickly check that the money was still there – his wages of sin, he liked to think, although it wasn’t much of a sin, on reflection. And it would eventually enable him to be by the side of his Justine.
Twice now he had waited after work on a Tuesday evening, spotted Lee Talbot heading for his train, and sent a text message to the man’s wife telling her that simple fact, though he had used a different “code word” each time. This was his own contribution to the game – and it was a game, he was sure of that. Being given £1
