the gent’s toilet, I sat in a cubicle to double check the grand I had brought for him and the paper with the bank deposit key numbers on it. On my way back I asked the barmaid to phone me a taxi noting the table displayed two clean plates as I sat down again. The weasel looked up inquisitively but I wasn’t really in the mood for preliminaries. I got straight down to business and passed him the money together with details of the banks and Bruce’s address and the key numbers. He soon became alert when he saw the money. I watched his face almost visibly making his financial calculations. Who he had to pay was none of my business as neither mine was his. ‘Can be done, Jack.’ he assured me. ‘Give me a few days and I’ll have all the details for you, ok?’ I nodded. ‘You get the rest when I’ve got what I want,’ I told him. His face creased into a smile as he buried the envelope down the front of his underpants. ‘Only a woman can find that!’ he quipped. I told him it would be a good idea if he went home now. For once he agreed. Shortly after, the taxi arrived and we both got in.
Ten minutes later I arrived home to have another large scotch after leaving Dave to reach his own destination.
It had just turned 11.45pm when the phone rang. It was Susan. The alcohol helped me to sound convivial but I was far from feeling that way. I knew I was 40/60 sober, but managed to hide my percolating anxieties. The good news was that Susan had a five day rest period and suggested we should spend some time of it together so we arranged to meet at the Downtown restaurant tomorrow evening. It was an all-inclusive price of £30 for a dinner, cabaret and dance and the restaurant was nicely perched on the edge of the Thames River. We flirted light-heartedly over the phone for a while to see if feelings had changed between us. They had not. She had been a longstanding girlfriend for some two years as well as Sharon but Aisha and Louise were really just passing ships in the night, but Susan was special. She had a thing about lipstick and jelly babies too. We were all for playing games. ‘I’ll bring them with me,‘ she said seductively. It was a nice thought knowing I would see her again soon, I thought, as we put the phone down.
After I left the bathroom, I almost fell into bed.
Next morning, mouse reminded me I had little to laugh about so I punched the button on his head. His silence greeted me with a blue sky. Today I needed to snoop on Dr Bruce with a telephoto lens camera. I had not forgotten I needed a close up picture of him for the sisters to work on. The picture could be taken from my car outside his house and this meant I had to leave almost right away to catch him leaving for work. After this, I had to meet Doc’ at the Battersea dogs home again. Time was of the essence.
I was soon out of bed and skipped through my morning rituals to now be on my way to Golders Green. The traffic was in my favour as I weaved my way through to earn some anti-social gestures from other drivers. I knew Dr Bruce did not arrive at his Research Lab until 10am. So my one hour journey to arrive would coincide with him leaving his Willifield Road home.
When I arrived, there was a readymade parking space a hundred yards from his house. I now rigged up my camera lens hidden behind a newspaper which I tested for position of a good picture. Fortunately it was fairly quiet here and perhaps too early for the curtain twitchers to be curious about a stationary car. My eyes peered over the top of my newspaper and I did not have to wait long. At 8.15am he came out of his house oblivious of my camera clicking away. I took four good pictures as he walked briefcase in hand to his BMW car.
He was about 5 10 in height and roughly 90k in weight. His light brown hair was much shorter than mine and he wore black framed spectacles. An average looking man, I thought and I was sure my impersonation of him would not be a problem for Lisa and Laura the
Ten minutes later I arrived home to have another large scotch after leaving Dave to reach his own destination.
It had just turned 11.45pm when the phone rang. It was Susan. The alcohol helped me to sound convivial but I was far from feeling that way. I knew I was 40/60 sober, but managed to hide my percolating anxieties. The good news was that Susan had a five day rest period and suggested we should spend some time of it together so we arranged to meet at the Downtown restaurant tomorrow evening. It was an all-inclusive price of £30 for a dinner, cabaret and dance and the restaurant was nicely perched on the edge of the Thames River. We flirted light-heartedly over the phone for a while to see if feelings had changed between us. They had not. She had been a longstanding girlfriend for some two years as well as Sharon but Aisha and Louise were really just passing ships in the night, but Susan was special. She had a thing about lipstick and jelly babies too. We were all for playing games. ‘I’ll bring them with me,‘ she said seductively. It was a nice thought knowing I would see her again soon, I thought, as we put the phone down.
After I left the bathroom, I almost fell into bed.
Next morning, mouse reminded me I had little to laugh about so I punched the button on his head. His silence greeted me with a blue sky. Today I needed to snoop on Dr Bruce with a telephoto lens camera. I had not forgotten I needed a close up picture of him for the sisters to work on. The picture could be taken from my car outside his house and this meant I had to leave almost right away to catch him leaving for work. After this, I had to meet Doc’ at the Battersea dogs home again. Time was of the essence.
I was soon out of bed and skipped through my morning rituals to now be on my way to Golders Green. The traffic was in my favour as I weaved my way through to earn some anti-social gestures from other drivers. I knew Dr Bruce did not arrive at his Research Lab until 10am. So my one hour journey to arrive would coincide with him leaving his Willifield Road home.
When I arrived, there was a readymade parking space a hundred yards from his house. I now rigged up my camera lens hidden behind a newspaper which I tested for position of a good picture. Fortunately it was fairly quiet here and perhaps too early for the curtain twitchers to be curious about a stationary car. My eyes peered over the top of my newspaper and I did not have to wait long. At 8.15am he came out of his house oblivious of my camera clicking away. I took four good pictures as he walked briefcase in hand to his BMW car.
He was about 5 10 in height and roughly 90k in weight. His light brown hair was much shorter than mine and he wore black framed spectacles. An average looking man, I thought and I was sure my impersonation of him would not be a problem for Lisa and Laura the
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