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PUERTO DEL CARMENBilly stared out the window watching normal life pass him by. Normal for Puerto del Carmen, all tanned tourists in shorts and sunglasses sauntering in and out of gift shops and eateries determined to have a good time. It felt surreal, a universe away from where he sat having a very, very bad time.
He wanted to open the window and plead for someone to help, but he knew that if he did, all that would happen would be stares of incomprehension and people hurrying off as Mick grinned and waved and Eric wound the window back up.
The road narrowed and became one-way as they approached the heart of the town centre, and if his hands hadn’t been tied behind his back, he could have thrust an arm out the window and touched a wall, the pavement scarcely two feet wide. A left and
