Chapter Twenty One
Standing in the darkness he watched as the beautiful woman quickly entered her old pick-up truck, fired up the ignition and with some haste drove off.
For some time he simply lingered, his breathing coming hard, almost rasping it held such an edge.
He stepped out and quickly crossed from the alley to the rambling building with the Iron Gate stuck into it.
Looking up and down the street, Mal slotted his key into the iron door and opened it.
Gazing once more up and down the street, he opened the wooden door, walked inside silently and carefully closed it behind him.
As the early morning began to break to dawn, there was the sound of sirens far off in the caverns of the city streets.
A man that knew of such thing’s, stood across from Mal’s loft, smoking, tired, yet e
