Rachel did not flinch. "There is a better place," she said, "if you want me to take you? It is not far away."
The streets were even narrower, the darkness more intense. But there were lights in some of the barred windows and sounds of exotic music drifted to their ears.
"This is more like the East," Kelly said softly. He looked around, "It feels like Scotland Road on a Saturday night. You can feel them watching you."
"Feel who?" Rachel rarely spoke to the men.
"The boys that want to rip us," Kelly said. "We can"t see them, but they"ll be there, in the doorways and behind the windows." He tapped his side, where his bayonet sat snug under the ubiquitous dirty white robes, "well come on then, boys, and see what I"ve got for you." He jerked his head toward the nearest window, "let"s see if
