Our eyes meet. Full in the face.
A glance, the briefest of looks, but just for a second, I get a good look at him. And he of me.
Those eyes.
eyes.I don’t want to meet those eyes again.
Who is he?
Who he?He was at the morgue.
Borje knows him.
Why’s he chasing me?
Why was he at Lily’s apartment?
was he at Lily’s apartment?What’s he to do with her?
I’d like to go somewhere quiet. Get a bit of sleep.
But they’ve got me on the TV. They know who I am.
It’s hot. It’s so hot.
hot.And my arm… It hurts…
It hurts…*****
