Chapter 50
Standing pressed up against the Core, only partly hidden by a small bush, Malachi found he was trembling. It was all very well, working out a plan, but actually carrying it out was a different matter. He’d often dreamed of killing Grogan by slipping silently into his hut and sliding a knife between his ribs. It would only take a few seconds. But then, almost immediately, he’d ask himself what if Grogan woke, or someone spotted him and told Jordan and Hepplewhite? Or (and this was his real fear) he wouldn’t be able to do it? In his soul Malachi knew he didn’t have the nerve to kill a sleeping man, even one as vile as Grogan.
That’s why the strangers, from the streets, offered a way out. They wouldn’t hesitate: they were warriors, that was obvious, and there were four of them, p
