CHAPTER ONE.
Doctor Edmond Fitzgerald sat with his back to the wall, and watched two men outside Antonella’s Sandwich Bar. His gaze changed with a slight movement of the head, as he first observed through his glasses, then studied them over the rim of his bifocals.
“Now isn’t that a curious thing,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
“Curious?” I answered, resting my pencil from my sketch of tall Palms and flowering bushes, encased in unsightly concrete squares the local council considered sophisticated.
He turned, smiled, and tipped his head towards the objects of his study.
“Them pair of Irish immigrants,”
I laughed. “You’re joking of course.”
“Joking did you say. Now why on earth should I joke about such a… Continue reading Chapter One