For the third time, Mr Davidson looked at the address he’d been given.
Marine Parade. Not Marine Crescent or Drive. Marine Parade.
He looked again at the items listed on the estimate:
- Remove rust
- Repair and replace defective metalwork
- Replace glass as required.
Five days. Seven at most.
But this wasn’t the supposed glasshouse in someone’s garden. It was a rigging rusted palace! He cursed the lad he’d taken on to man his phone just a week ago. Claimed himself trained? Trained to claim dole.