Chapter One
February 1968
The windows and doors of the building were boarded up and barbed wire was pinned to the top of the walls, but that wasn’t going to keep us out.
A rusty sheet of metal nailed over a small door to the side was loose. I jammed a bit of wood into the gap, pulled hard and the nails gave way. Several hands gripped the metal and it folded back to make a hole that we could crawl through. Murky light spilt down from six or seven skylights in the flat roof ten metres above our heads.
In the gloom I could see lumps of metal on the bare concrete f loor but, apart from that, the massive old Maxwell’s Laundry was empty...