Wick Lane

Not only was it a big voice, it was a confident voice. Ordering, telling. Not asking.

Big voice; big man. Leaving an indelible impression.

Wick Lane, Bow, Tower Hamlets, E3
Wick Lane, Bow, Tower Hamlets, E3

She waited a few more moments and pushed her cheek against the bedroom window. It was too dark to see down to the bottom of the tower but she knew that he would be leading her father across his car park, past his garage.

Telling. Not asking.

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