KURT WAS TEMPTED TO head back inside when he saw nothing and no-one as he searched around the building that housed his hideout. He wanted to return to his film, it was one he hadn’t seen before, but thought it best to continue looking around. If there was trouble nearby, he wanted to find it and deal with it before it threatened his den and left him in danger of going back to prison. There was no way he was going back inside if he could avoid it, he had vowed as much when he got out; no matter what he had to do, he would not be locked away again.
He had checked half the exterior of the building that occupied the other corner at the rear of the industrial estate when he found the broken door. The damage was fresh, he could see that despite the encroaching gloom, and he realised what he had
