Chapter TWELVE: Ideas have legs
The next morning, someone tried to kill Mickey.
It was a ham-fisted attempt.
Mickey was wheeling down an alley between two building sites in Ordsall, and persons unknown tipped a wheelbarrow of cement from the ninth floor. If Mickey had been wheeling faster, or if the wheelbarrow had followed its contents, he might have been seriously injured. But Mickey wasn't feeling his best that morning, anyway. He had a headache - but not a proper hangover - and was moving slowly and uncomfortably. He saw something falling down on him and managed to hit the brakes before he collided with the problem.
If the Shadows had been there, they might have raced up the steps and caught the assailant. But they weren't. Most had phoned in sick. The few that turned up were nursi
