Chapter 2
The following Thursday, Vincent couldn’t get out of the office fast enough. Umbrella in hand, he hurried from the building to join the myriad other workers leaving for the day.
The sky threatened rain. Great banks of purple-grey cloud hung low and menacingly. A chill wind blew down the street, prompting people to pull their coats higher around their necks. Headlights reflected on the wet bitumen roads and a small stream had formed in the gutter by the footpath.
He turned down a side street where there weren’t so many people, walking as fast as he could in the direction of Holbrook’s. Already his heart was pounding, though whether it was from the exertion of speed-walking, or from the anticipation that today might be the day he reacquainted himself with Daniel, he couldn’t say.
