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West Hampstead, London – The Next Day
With his forehead pressed against the tiles of the shower, Eli felt the water run down his back. First under hot and then cold water, Eli tried to shake off the sleepless night wishing it would slough off as easily as the drops of water on his body. Watching the water swirl around his feet and listening to the drain swallow it away, Eli concentrated on what was positive; telling himself that, in spite of Red Cap, Sweetbait at least was okay. Sweetbait was on track. Sweetbait was near the finishing line. That’s all he needed to remember.
And even if there were a couple of hurdles that they’d stumbled over – such as being spotted by Trainer in Bath and the brother – that was the nature of any operation. Rarely, if ever, did everything run according
