Chapter Thirty-Five

Greg decided that he should do a final scout of the area surrounding the fitness instructor’s flat. Lavender Gardens was a nice residential area of London, right next door to Kensington Gardens, ideal for Greg, who could park his van on the other side of the park, slip across the park undetected, do what he had to do and slip away across the park again. ‘Perfect,’ he thought.

Conrad Michaels had been a fitness instructor for over ten years, he had a history of sleeping with wealthy married women, a guy getting the best of both worlds, you might say. At thirty-four, Conrad looked great but none of this was natural, he had worked very hard to achieve his physical prowess. Various cosmetic surgeons had played their parts in chiselling his looks. Women couldn’t help themselves.

Greg understood, and mildly respected, that Conrad must be a man of discipline – though vanity drove his strict training schedule. Nevertheless, Conrad was behind many a divorce, though somehow he always managed to come up smiling of roses. Nothing ever stuck to him – Teflon – nonstick.

Greg had also managed to find out that Conrad had studied karate and earned his black belt, this was why Greg, who by his own omission, was and is a very accomplished martial artist, did not want to have to waste time and energy overpowering Conrad. Weapons weren’t cheating – they left nothing to chance.