LITHGOW sobbed and shivered, saying, “I’m going to die, I’m going to die.” Sassie, rolling up Lithgow’s sleeve, said, “Let me have a look, Fraser,” and he settled down. They’d got a cab back to Lithgow’s flat in Fulham. The cabbie got worried when L...
DESPERATE DAYS. ELIZABETH Wilson ran a hand through her hair. She looked demoralised. She looked old and broken. She sat behind her desk in her office at Millbank, elbows on the desk, head in her hands. “I should have done as Fuad asked and s...