Charlie 'Big Bad' Woolf thought it would be easy money, and there's precious little of that for a private detective in a seaside town. It was just a trip up to London to hand over an envelope - a favour for his old partner, Alan O'Connor. But Woolf couldn't resist taking a peek inside.
The pictures were unadulterated smut; a man and a girl in a hotel room. Blackmail, pure and simple - right up O'Connor's street. Woolf was happy to be rid of them, handing them over to a masked man in a London park.
When he gets home, O'Connor's waiting for him, which...
Brighton, 1938.
Charlie 'Big Bad' Woolf thought it would be easy money, and there's precious little of that for a private detective in a se...
