Thirty-One - KlempnerFuck!
Fuck!I spin, seeking my target. Past the press vans… across to the station entrance… the terraces of cafes and restaurants…
He’s nowhere in sight.
At some level, I know I’m not being reasonable, trailing a complete stranger on barely more than a whim. But something about Hoodie has set my alarms blaring.
Could he have gone into the police enclosure?
If he did, then my instincts could be altogether askew. He’s surely some sort of official or investigator.
But I trust my instincts. They’ve kept me alive so far.
I find a spot on a bench where I can weigh up my options.
The police have made a major deal of the affair. Day-glo orange and yellow striped tape, Police - Crime Scene - Do Not Pass, flutters between posts, with only the single entrance and a pair o
