He figured that on an evening in August, with the children settled into their evening meal, this might be a likely time for a young father to slip out for a drink maybe, or perhaps a trip to the market for something his wife needed. Who am I kidding? I tried that two days ago, and again yesterday. If I went online and placed a bet on it working, whatever would be the odds?
Since he had arrived on this latest stake-out, about three hours ago, he reckoned twelve people had entered the building and nine had left. He had followed three of the nine to get a closer look, without a clue as to what he was looking for. Murphy’s law being what it is, my man probably came out while I was following one of those three. He cursed Murphy, then fell to wondering what Alice would be thinking. He had made
