‘What’s wrong with you…’
‘Dylan, I think…’
We both go quiet, then I let her continue.
‘I think I’ve seen him again.’
I get it at once.
‘The chap, following you?’
She gulps before answering.
‘Yes. I’m almost sure it’s him. I saw him when you parked the motorbike.’
‘Where?’ I ask nervously, but as she begins to lift her hand, I grab her wrist and lift it to my mouth.
‘What are you doing?’ she asks, making big eyes.
‘Don’t point your finger. He shouldn’t find out he’s been busted. Just act natural and tell me what he looks like.’
‘Okay, sorry,’ she says, upset. Her hand shivers in mine.
I can see how terrified she is, and my pulse is also rising like crazy, but I shouldn’t lose my head.
‘Listen to me,’ I squeeze her hand. She turns her worried face towards me. ‘I promise there wo
