In a shadowy doorway, his heart pounding, he wheezed for air. Had he outrun his pursuers?
Nonchalantly, he joined a nearby crowd of revellers. His destination wasn’t far, but he knew his adversary too well to allow any premature sense of relief.
Rounding a corner, he saw three of them, tall and conspicuously immobile amongst the milling crowd. Retracing his steps wasn’t an option. He must press on.
Several fearful minutes later he had passed the danger, unscathed.
As he reached the entrance and stepped wearily inside, he wondered how much longer he could evade the minions of Theresa Green.
