Chapter Eight
Rue Toullier, Latin Quarter, Paris – 1989
The streetlights were beginning to flicker into life, casting a hazy glow, as Gorilla Grant turned into the Rue Toullier.
The Latin Quarter of Paris had long been home to the more avant-garde and bohemian members of Paris's artistic, educational and scholastic society. It had a mystique of its own that was proud of its fringe element. Gorilla Grant had lived and loved and killed in Paris at various points in his life, and while for him London would always be the place that he thought of as home, Paris he thought of as his w***e. He would stay, use the city and then leave her behind, tainted in some way.
He was dressed as a manual worker; boots, jeans, sweater, heavy woollen jacket and over his shoulder was slung a duffel bag. He h
