TWENTY-ONE
Alice had crept to the perimeter of the warehouse and peered through the c***k in the main sliding doors. She saw a pair of dogs hoisted and being shown to the crowd, a crescendo of shouting and arguing ensued. The wind had dropped and the rain just misting, but even so it caused dribbles to run down her face, mixing with sweat from nerves and the night time warmth. She tried to ease the door. Too heavy. She had already seen the crowd of men gathered around the dazzling halogen lamps, suspended over a makeshift ring, and those lamps swung in a breeze from somewhere. She concluded there must be a side door, and squelched her way through puddles, and wobbled over uneven concrete paving, around the perimeter of the building until she saw the projecting shaft of light from a side d
