CHAPTER 4: THE DEAL..................
THE NEXT MORNING WAS BRIGHT and balmy, the London equivalent of a heat wave. Baxt had the crazy idea to go for a morning jog at Peckham Commons. He maintained a lean, muscled physique – never mind that he was as pale as a porcelain doll bitten by Dracula – and made sure he never fluctuated more than a couple of pounds from his ideal weight. Regular workouts at the gym with Dan kept his body lean and tight. Maybe it was vanity, maybe it was that silly old adage about looking good for the camera, more so when he was naked all the time. He wiped the layer of sweat forming over his forehead and pushed his dark-brown locks out of his eyes.
Upon arriving home, he was surprised to see a young man sitting on the doorsteps.
He was tiny, looked vaguely famili
