The grey coated man reached down to grasp my hair and then lifted my head so he could look into my eyes. I did not know what he expected to see reflected there, but all he would see was the truth of what I had just said. I thought that he did, because he let go and ordered me to crawl across the road towards the far boardwalk. I turned and crawled for him, the ground was muddy, it squelched beneath my hands and knees, but still I crawled through it, aware that he was behind me.
He had dismissed the butcher man and was studiously ignoring the crowd of people that had formed up to watch us. From unpleasant mud up onto hard wood I crawled, I heard his footsteps splatting as he crossed the roadway following me. He stepped around me leading me towards a far door, which he opened and waited fo
