Danny stood outside the Central Hotel, wondering what was happening inside. For months he’d listened to Alice’s concerns about her new boss and his wandering hands. Now Danny could see the jackal-like features of Carlos, the maître d’hôtel, greeting her at the front door. Would a cat-lover like Alice be safe there?
Jealousy raged within him.
Their cars were parked outside - Danny knew the numbers by heart. Surely they wouldn’t drive home?
Well, he thought, it’s Christmas. Writing out cards “Merry Christmas from Danny”, he placed one on the windscreen of each car. Each card contained a parking ticket.