I couldn’t bring myself to drink it.
VIII: Only Forward
I was stupid to think that things would last. I was a fool to
imagine that I would remain the unofficial lord of the city. It had
to change, and change it did. They arrived during the late
afternoon so I wasn’t around to see the convoy of trucks pull in. I
was so sound asleep in my lair I didn’t hear a thing, but I knew
things were different the moment I got up.
It wasn’t easy to pin what the difference was until I heard a
diesel engine and saw the sweep of headlights as the vehicle swung
down Buitengracht Street. At first I couldn’t believe my eyes. It
was an old Land Rover Defender and it had been heavily reinforced
with bars over the windows and big-ass bull bars on the front. The
thing was dented and dusty, but there
