Avenging Angel chapter 1
After the escort left I had another shower, put on fresh clothes and went down to the bar. It was quiet: midweek, autumn, medium-price hotel outside town. I took a gin and tonic to a corner table and scanned my fellow-customers: three middle-aged couples celebrating a birthday or a wedding or a small lottery win, a few businessmen and women slaving over hot I-Pads or pontificating about economic prospects or the weather or the Middle East, and a handful of elderly locals drinking away their...