Huddled so, I had time to take stock. I took out my blue notebook and wrote:
Day One
I put a line through this, regretted that I hadn’t brought my eraser, and then wrote:
Night one. Accessed subjects’ (Paul and Cass) environs (Garden).
I wanted to add the time, but hadn’t a watch.
What I didn’t note was a sense of pride, for when push had come to shove I had acted, and not only acted but acted well and promptly. That this was not like me was certain, but it was no less certain that I had done it. If you had asked me just the day before whether I would soon be walking across town and crawling my way through a fast closing gate as if I were a member of the SAS or some other acronym I would have laughed in your face. No, that would have been rude. I would have nodded and perhaps allowed
