14-08-2011, 01:26 PM
The made-up detail in this story is laughable.
A former KGB defector happens to live near Gareth Williams and is seemingly in the habit of recording car numbers on his daily walk to the shops. He logs Russian diplomatic cars and then later when he reads about the case it suddenly occurs to him that they may have been involved. And, with quite remarkable powers of recall, recollects that the driver of one of those cars was aged about 35 - 45 with a brown moustache!
Really sloppy work by those Russian assassins - to go about their business in cars with diplomatic plates from the Russian embassy.
A former KGB defector happens to live near Gareth Williams and is seemingly in the habit of recording car numbers on his daily walk to the shops. He logs Russian diplomatic cars and then later when he reads about the case it suddenly occurs to him that they may have been involved. And, with quite remarkable powers of recall, recollects that the driver of one of those cars was aged about 35 - 45 with a brown moustache!
Really sloppy work by those Russian assassins - to go about their business in cars with diplomatic plates from the Russian embassy.