Chapter 6: Moreau
Marcus did return eventually. Simon called Ralph way too early in the morning, but he got dressed as soon as his DI said, “Heart and Flemming are in pursuit.”
“What, Marcus saw them?” he asked while looking for his socks. He tried to speak softly so as not to wake Saoirse.
“Apparently he sensed something was wrong,” Simon explained. “He never even entered the house, he took off immediately.”
Fortunately, the streets were devoid of life in the wee hours. Ralph was able to pull up in front of Ms. Yates house in under fifteen minutes.
Jack and Anwen were standing in the light of the street lantern with bowed heads. Wet through and through, ankle deep in a puddle as if cold feet were the least of their problems. The very epitome of shame.
“He ran down that street,” Anwe
