Watchman
A Novel
Chapter One
MILES FLINT WORE GLASSES: they were his only distinguishing feature.
Billy Monmouth could not help smiling as he watched Miles leave the
club and head off toward his car, which would be parked some
discreet distance away. Miles and Billy had joined the firm around
the same time, and it had seemed inevitable that, over the years,
they would become friends, though friends, in the strictest sense of
the word, were never made in their world.
Miles was feeling a little heavy from the drinks. Billy had insisted
on buying-"the prerogative of the bachelor's paycheck, old boy"-and
Miles had not refused. He fumbled now at the buttons of his coat,
feeling a slight and unseasonal chill in the London air, and thought
of the evening ahead. He had one more visit to pay, a few telephone
calls to make, but apart from that, Sheila and he would have their
first full evening together for a whole week.
He did not relish the prospect.
As suspected, his car had collected a parking ticket. He ripped it
from the windscreen, walked around the car once as though he were ... read full excerpt from: Watchman ebook
