*Dimos*
Damnation! Those buggers got away!
The scotch has slowed my reflexes and by the time I arrive in the alleyway, the blighters are nowhere to be seen. They have either had transport waiting for them or they have scrambled over a wall into another property. I creep up and down the darkened path, listening intently for any movement, but all is silent. I curse soundly before heading back into Henry's garden.
I'm only a few steps in when I spy her kneeling in a halo of light provided by the flashlight resting on the ground near her hip. She reminds me of a painting of the Madonna I once saw: serene and angelic. And beautiful. So damned beautiful, it makes it difficult to breathe, as though I'm still chasing after those damned scapegraces. But then another sight catches my eye, white s
