How long is it since that stone was thrown?
Five minutes? Two?
I can’t have lost much time.
Where are you?
Striding out, I make for the main gate. There’s no guarantee he’s doing the same, but Hoodie went that way before, the first time I saw him but I lost him in the chaos milling police, press and panicking crowds. All the while I walk, I scan ahead…
There…
Just vanishing out of the park, a grey-hooded figure.
Is it him? The same one?
I step up another gear.
Don’t lose him in the crowds again…
This time though, I know for sure he’s gone through the gate. He’s somewhere out in the square.
I’m warm by the time I reach the square myself. Uncertain, I hover, eyes shaded against the sun as I search for…
Gotcha!
Portrait of a man’s back, walking away from me.
Following, I try to
