BRYCE BAGGED EVERYTHING UP, surveyed his surroundings and made sure nothing was left behind. He re-entered the building the way he got up on the roof, through an attic window left opened.
Racing down the stairs two steps at a time, he surprised a couple of people on their way up.
He smiled at them, said a polite ‘Hello’ then continued his merry way. He dumped his rubbish in a bin, walked to the middle of the road, then paused directly across from TBR, giving him the death stare.
Drivers cursed and beeped angrily.
So here they were, face-to-face; the Wolf and the Black Rhino in a deadly stare down.
He waited until TBR was on his feet before bolting in the direction of the sea. He had already chosen an isolated strip of beach. This show was for the two of them. No collateral damages. He
