28 25th September
He looked at his watch. Almost three o’clock in the morning.
He’d given them too much credit. Far too much credit. He was expecting a few links to have been figured out by now. Even the Victorian bobbies had started picking up suspects by now.
The not knowing was infuriating him. Were they just playing games? Was the silence and apparent cluelessness just another police tactic to try and smoke him out? Perhaps it was the endless bureaucracy the modern day police would no doubt have to go through. Maybe that was slowing them down. Or perhaps it was just that they were f*****g incompetent.
He hoped that wasn’t the case. The chase wouldn’t be much fun if it was. How can you run a race against a one-legged man? You can’t. Maybe he’d been too clever. Perhaps his clues were
