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Hyde Park Corner, London – Five Minutes Later
The last time Eli had been on the back of a motorbike he’d been holding Gal around the waist and they were on holiday in the Peloponnese. Sitting behind Segev, the watcher, as they swung around London was a different experience.
Eli shut his eyes as the kid wove in front of a white Suzuki and yet another car blared its horn. Even though Eli was wearing the helmet that Segev had fished out of the back of the pizza delivery box on the back of the motorbike, he felt vulnerable. Riding through London traffic, swerving in and out lanes, perched behind a young man keen to demonstrate his advanced skills was not a good way for Eli to marshal his thoughts and work out how to handle Red Cap.
Drunks were unpredictable. Bereaved, angry, guilt-ridde
