Solo (Aka the Cretan Lover) (V5)
“He told the driver to drop him at St Mark's College on the King's Road. From there, Chelsea Creek was only a brisk five-minute walk.The paint factory of Wetherby and Sons stood on a pier jutting out into the Creek on the other side from the power station. Morgan paused in the shadows, tightening the soft black leather gloves he wore, took a balaclava from the pocket of his reefer and pulled it over his head.The front gates were barred and flooded with the glare of security lights. There was also a sign warning of dog patrols, although that could mean something or nothing.He'd already established the way in during an afternoon visit. There was a concrete weir, water pouring over it, stretching towards the maze of steelwork propping up the pier on which the factory stood.He went down the bank and started across, taking his time at first, gauging the force of the water. But it wasn't anything he couldn't cope with, rising half-way up his calves, and the apron of the weir was broad enough..., although green with slime and treacherous underfoot.It took him no more than a couple of minutes to reach the far end.MoreLess
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