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GOLF COURSE, COSTA TEGUISEBen was poised to tee off on the tenth hole. Whoever was coming up behind them was getting closer. Billy glanced around.
It took a fraction of a second for the alarm switch to go off in his brain and a tremor shot through him. Eric Maloney was striding his way. There were about ten metres between them.
A quick assessment. No sign of Mick. Billy didn’t think twice.
He left Ben standing with an incredulous look on his face and bolted up the fairway to the green, getting some distance between himself and his foe, all that working out in his home gym paying off despite his ageing joints.
As he approached the end of the tenth hole, he thought fast. Ahead was the perimeter fence. To his right were the remaining holes of the course. Having failed to spot Eric and
