As soon as Gina entered the flat, I sat her down.
-'Gina, where have you been? Someone called. Three times. They want money. Listen to that.
We need to go to the Police. I don't care, joke or not, this is crazy. Why they contact us? why? We are not family.'
I pressed the REPLAY button on the phone. We listened to the robotic voice asking for £350,000, Monday, 11.30pm. In front of the Sheraton Park Lane there is an old red telephone box. Put the money in a gym bag and leave it there.
Suddenly, something jogged my memory.
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Interesting.... go on...