Out on the street, he flagged down a passing taxi. ‘Hamilton, please. Ibis Street.’
He slumped down in the back seat and stared out the window. Could things get any worse now that not only his latest misdemeanour but the full litany of his crimes had made headlines? At this rate he’d have to migrate to Uzbekistan to live a normal life and get a job.
And he’d done it all to save Carlene from being shot and thrown in a dark alley, or some equally horrific end. Not that she’d ever know. She probably wouldn’t even give him the chance to explain it. He hadn’t seen her since the night of the ball, since his last glimpse of her wide-eyed shock as the police carted him away. Going to Nancy and Alec’s house was like walking into the lion’s den. He’d phoned from prison that morning to ask if he co
