Love You Dead

91 Wednesday 11 March

From behind the curtains in the sanctuary of his fifth-floor, sea-view room at the Royal Albion Hotel, Tooth watched the commotion on the seafront below him, concentrated around the Waterfront Hotel a short distance to the west, with a wry smile.

Did that dickhead Detective Superintendent Roy Grace and his team of morons really think he would make it that easy for them?

He had news for them. He was here to do a job; they could raid every hotel room in the city but they weren’t going to find him, because they weren’t going to catch up with him.

He had paid in advance for a week. But ten minutes later, unnoticed, he slipped out with his bags, then headed for the Russell Square car park to recover his rental Ford.