Chapter Seven: 15:00 - 16:00
Willy had changed into a fresh uniform. He’d managed to wipe away most of the gunk with a wet wipe. The fresh set of clothes weren’t exactly fresh, though. Uncleaned since their last use, they stunk up a treat. That unmistakable stench of uncleanliness. Hardly the closest he’d ever been to God, by all accounts.
Willy looked up at the wall clock. 3:03 pm.
It had been a while since he visited the gents toilets. At least one hundred people must have been in and out during the course of the afternoon. There was no way it was in a respectable state, especially after the calamitous goings-on with the fat man an hour or so ago.
Willy grabbed Queenie in his right hand and exited the office. A smartly-dressed man came out from the gents toilet, zipping himself up.
