THE HOTEL DES MUTILEES The first time I told the story of Jack Gates was to a fellow American I met in a hotel bar in Paris. ‘Call me Scott,’ he said once he’d forced his attention on me with … Continue reading
THE HOTEL DES MUTILEES The first time I told the story of Jack Gates was to a fellow American I met in a hotel bar in Paris. ‘Call me Scott,’ he said once he’d forced his attention on me with … Continue reading