Monday, 25/08
10:30
Michael pulled the cap lower over his face and walked deeper into the alley.
It had taken him two taxi rides to get to this location and he already felt sick for having to ask Roman’s mom for the taxi fare. She didn’t even know anything that was happening. He couldn’t even tell her or ask her for help because, in Michael’s experience, she probably wouldn’t believe him.
He’d thought he’d let her know he was going to meet old friends and she’d be okay with it, but she hadn’t. She’d fussed and worried and asked a load of questions, each one making Michael more nervous than the last one.
More than her finding out why his hands were trembling so much, he worried she’d want to tell Valerie or Officer Kingston. Or worse.
If she called Roman and let him know, Michael
