And there I see him.
Baxter…
Across the street, he surely can't see me withdrawn into the shadows as I am. But perhaps he watched me arrive. In any case, he’s looking straight at me. Giving me a hyena grin and a little wave, he shoves hands in pockets and saunters cheerily away along the main road.
And with the police there, I can't chase.
As if I was in any condition to chase anyway.
Fuck that!
Something boils inside. The pain vanishes and suddenly, I’m warm again…
Well, warm enough…
Trying to move casually, I saunter back the way I came, then duck down the nearest alley that takes me in Baxter’s direction. The moment I’m sure I’m out of sight of the bar and the official chaos surrounding it, I break into a run again, just a jog, until I see him again…
You think you can f*****g l
