Hands of the Ripper
“Peering through the wet windows he had to admit it didn’t look like it. With a sigh he turned up the collar on his coat and got out of the car. ‘I’ll take a look,’ he said, dashing over to the cover of the doorway.
‘The Barret-Holden Memorial Hall’ announced a sign on the door ‘was opened in 1984 by the Rt. Hon. Ashley Furcott.’ ‘Well, I wish the fucker was here now,’ muttered Alasdair, rattling the handle fruitlessly before giving the wood an angry kick.
‘No need for that is there?’ said an el...derly voice behind him. He turned to see a small, round man shuffling towards him beneath the cover of an umbrella. ‘It’ll stay closed as hard as you kick it, though I won’t thank you for messing up the paintwork.’ The man rattled a set of keys and came under the covered porch with Alasdair. ‘Little thugs that live round here would break in here before you could so much as say “borstal”. We have to keep it secure or it’ll be a mess of needles and whatnot.’ He looked at Alasdair with a distinctly unfriendly glare.MoreLess
‘The Barret-Holden Memorial Hall’ announced a sign on the door ‘was opened in 1984 by the Rt. Hon. Ashley Furcott.’ ‘Well, I wish the fucker was here now,’ muttered Alasdair, rattling the handle fruitlessly before giving the wood an angry kick.
‘No need for that is there?’ said an el...derly voice behind him. He turned to see a small, round man shuffling towards him beneath the cover of an umbrella. ‘It’ll stay closed as hard as you kick it, though I won’t thank you for messing up the paintwork.’ The man rattled a set of keys and came under the covered porch with Alasdair. ‘Little thugs that live round here would break in here before you could so much as say “borstal”. We have to keep it secure or it’ll be a mess of needles and whatnot.’ He looked at Alasdair with a distinctly unfriendly glare.MoreLess
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