Klempner
Two weeks and… nothing…
Not a whisper. Nothing I can find.
Sitting in the corner of Antonio’s, I’ve spent a pleasant afternoon, but frustration gnaws at me. Hickman reports that all is well, but…
Has Juliana given up?
?
Not f*****g likely…
Antonio’s cafe has become somewhat of a routine. Misgivings nudge me, reminding me that I shouldn’t develop such habits…
… Making myself vulnerable…
But, with nothing to go on, what the hell else can I do?
On the other hand, there has to be some reason for the address to have been used in Finchby’s invoices.
Perhaps I just need to wait.
But what am I waiting for?
How long can I keep doing this?
Still, in the meantime, while I wait for my mystery to unravel, the old man is genuinely good company. And also, a mine of local informatio
