He turned down a narrow alley, diligently following the map Joel had carefully drawn for him. Loitering in the dark, back leant against one of the dilapidated buildings, was a scruffy gaunt looking man dressed in tatty clothes. The unkempt individual stood silently, all the while staring directly at him without saying a word.
‘Joel sent me.’ he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.
‘You must be Callum.’ came a gruff voice in response.
‘Yes, and you are?’
‘Nobody.’ replied the man coldly. ‘Follow me, quietly!’
The inhospitable man moved silently along the alley, turning left at the first junction they came to. He followed the dishevelled guide warily, deliberately keeping his distance in case of anything unexpected.
‘Where are we going?’ he whispered, careful not
