Chapter 28John Baptiste felt completely alone. He'd spent the last two days moving from place to place, either on foot or by taking a bus, and he'd spent the last two nights in a hostel for the homeless. At least he hadn't had to sleep on the street, although the hostel was barely a step up. The man at the Salvation Army office in Clyde Street was kind and sympathetic. He didn't ask too many questions. He'd offered him a bed and food, when John was desperate, but he couldn't risk going back for a third night, someone might recognise him.
“Where are you, Lord?” he beseeched, as he stood outside Glasgow Cathedral.
People in the street stared at him. John held up his hand in a placatory fashion and quickly walked on. He was getting paranoid, believing demons were at his heels. He had very l
