The Sacred Band Ch 10
The bitterest pills come sugarcoated. Philip was quite delighted when a Birmingham businessman named Stephen Rotkoff booked an appointment in early 1955. It seemed that he was being heard of outside the East Midlands triangle, and that the reports were good. Mr. Rotkoff was a large, powerful man in his thirties with a high colour, sparse sandy-coloured hair, a loud, braying laugh and a powerful, crushing handshake designed to hurt. Luckily for Philip, he had learned how to deal with this...