Inside Out [antikvár]

Chapter OneHarry Morgan ploughed through the mid-afternoon Lon-don traffic like a sharp knife through soft cheese. He wheeled the gleaming white Bentley around Hyde Park Corner and accelerated towards Marble Arch. His massive frame was hunched over the steering wheel, making the big car an ex-tension of his strong personality.As he sat, in his hand-made suit, covered by a cashmere coat against the wintry chili and with his Gucci shoes ramming down the pedals, he gave a picture of confident success.At that moment, it was far from the truth. Harry Morgan was used to thinking on his feet. He moved fast, faster than many a quick buck, but he missed as many times as he hit the jackpotHis manner always exuded brash, aggressive confidence, well-dressed, well-heeled and with a healthy tan. His massive, completely bald head and a daily sun-ray workout always helped him to make points.A well-built man, just slipping into middle age, he still proudly retained the physiqüe that had helped him make it through a successful army career before money had replaced duty as his chief goal.He sheered past a line of slower traffic, money on his mind. He had stayed more than a jump ahead of his creditors for years, leaving investors in his wake who were more bemused than vengeful. But Harry Morgan was in a corner. He was down to his last scheme and there seemed to be no new door opening for him.He wrenched at the wheel, spun the car round Marble Arch, roared up Edgware Road, abruptly making the sweeping turn towards Connaught Square.The scheme had all the ingredients for success. Virgin 5