CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
He still didn’t know who she was and what she wanted, but the girl wasn’t just a random interested in the fires. She was trying to find him and knew he was in town.
He rubbed his eyes, looking into the distance, trying to clear the blur. He’d only risked keeping two things from his old life, his glasses and the lighter Clare gave him, but didn’t have either now. Whitey had stepped on his glasses one night while he was dozing at the squat. He suspected he’d meant to do it too. And the lighter, well, he’d lost that, which hurt a lot more than the glasses.
His vision was okay for getting by the way they did. But he was blind as a bat when it came to long distance, especially at night, so nicking a car and taking off was out. Luke could drive, but he was having one of his
