Colin had stumbled awkwardly behind at first, then her words sank in and he began to move much more quickly.
The messenger was gone. Meghan could hardly blame her. The sounds from the front of the house could be easily heard. They sprinted down the narrow way and burst out into the bright afternoon sun a block away from the mob that could now be heard clearly.
The briefest glimpse of long brown hair floating behind a fleeing figure ducked into an alley opposite. She pushed Colin hard to get him really moving. She spared a glance at the end of the street and could see dozens, hundreds of figures hurrying by the street ends toward the front of Roland’s house.
This alley was so narrow they had to run single file.
Colin stumbled badly for a moment. She caught his arm and for a moment they
