As I sat in a leather booth in the corner of the vivacious bar, the time seemed to pass me by, while I caught more and more suspicious glances from the other punters.
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Coursework unit 1 By Jake Wombwell-Povey As I sat in a leather booth in the corner of the vivacious bar, the time seemed to pass me by, while I caught more and more suspicious glances from the other punters. Dr King's misleading message had told me to meet him in Shane's Bar anytime after Sunset, a somewhat strange time to meet someone. Shane's bar was a small, respectable, up and coming cocktail bar, in the centre of Kensington, London. I wasn't entirely sure if Dr. King knew exactly how urgent and pressing this appointment was. The information that he was passing on could be vital; in fact it could save a man's life. The bar's smoky ether was now filtering deeply into my lungs making me splutter, a chesty cough hurting my dry throat. The case was starting to break me. The manner and variety of the other men and women in...


