KURT STOOD AT THE FENCE and cursed fluently as he watched the darkness swallow the teens. He could have climbed the fence and continued the chase, he might even have caught them, though he doubted he could have done so before they reached the houses that were separated from the industrial estate by the fifty or so yards of wasteland, but he had enough sense to realise that doing so would only make his situation worse.
Instead of pursuing the teens, he swore until he had exhausted his extensive repertoire of profanity, which took him a short while. Only when he was done did he leave the fence.
Since he couldn’t stop the boys, and he was sure they would call the police at their first opportunity, he realised he had to get away and find himself a new hiding place. As much as he wanted to, h
