On the motorway from my office to the warehouse there were any number of cars that could have been following me—or just going in the same direction. At the last moment, I swerved over to the left hand lane and onto an exit, then ducked and weaved through the suburban streets until I got hopelessly lost and had to pull over and turn on my GPS. But by that stage I was certain that if anyone had been following me, they'd now be as lost as I was.
The six o'clock news was blaring out of the car radio as I drew up at the warehouse. I was still hyped up from the drive, so I sat for a few moments to calm down. Thank God I hadn't given into the temptation to gamble. Once, it had been a diversion to fill the empty spaces in my life, but at some point the pleasure had become a compulsion. And I hate
