Chapter 11
The blindfold came off and Frank found himself staring into the eyes of his friend and operations leader, Carl Paterson. It didn’t make any sense. He then realised he was inside the same cottage where he had started from. The shaven blonde thug leaned against the wooden table where Carl and Frank had talked earlier and returned Frank’s stare with a smug grin.
“Hello, Frank,” Carl smiled uneasily. Frank looked at him and then at the two men in half surprise, half contempt. Carl slapped his hands down on his knees and stood up.
“You did well. Not great, but well. I’m sorry for the unorthodox methods but we needed to see how you performed under, well, difficult circumstances, shall we say,” he paused but the only response was a deafening silence and the surprise in Frank’s eyes
