I’m going to write about what the Edwards spent the money on . . . and you won’t believe it, if you don’t know the story,
When Susan and Christopher Edwards were arrested at St Pancras Station, they had the clothes they were wearing, a few coppers in their pockets, and a suitcase full of signed photographs from Silver Screen icons like Gary Cooper, which they’d paid more than fifteen grand for.
They were fantasists. They lived a fantasy life. But then how do you work that into a novel?