Another extract from the Walsh files.
I met Peter Overingham on a Monday.
Peter was an average sort of guy, married to Sally and the father of two young kids. He worked a nine to five twenty job, with an hour for lunch, in the back end of a bank. It was a job that provided the money required to supplement Sally’s earnings to support their lifestyle. It wasn’t a job he particularly liked and he was always dreaming of finding something better. Continue reading “Monday mornings”