The Crooked Bullet. Rotimi Ogunjobi

fraternal opinion either. He nodded morosely and drank from his glass. Frank stood to leave but remembered that some question needed asking.

      “How am I to know what your wife looks like when I find her?” he asked.

      “I thought you’d never ask”, Harvey replied with a malicious smile. He handed Frank an envelope. It contained a photograph and a slip of paper.

      “That is a photograph of my wife Ida. House address is on the paper; we live in Kentish Town”.

      Frank gave him a thumbs-up, disappeared the money into his coat pocket together with the envelope. He drank the rest of his beer, gave Harvey Simpson a thumbs-up, and left the Funky Munky.