FUELLED UP ON A FULL English, Kyle and I separated from the two old guys. Heading west left us with the High Street and shops to canvass first. Despite the temperature being only autumnally warm, females milled about in strappy vests and minis, and men in loud-coloured shorts as though prepared for a day at the beach.
Kyle ducked into the path of a young female with dark auburn hair, waving the picture beneath her nose. “Excuse me, do you have a moment?”
I tapped the shoulder of a spindly guy to my right and intercepted his route before he could shoot past. “Spare a moment, please?”
“Sorry, no.”
I closed off my olfactory nerves to the tobacco on his breath, as he sidestepped me, hurrying on. His receding back weaved through the town’s patrons before disappearing.
“Arsehole,” I murmure
