He heard quiet steps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who could be following him this behind him mean that late at night and in this deadbeat part of town? And at this particular pulled off the big time and was making off with the greenbacks. Was there another crook who'd had the same idea, and was now watching him and waiting for a chance to grab the fruit of his labor? Or did the steps behind him mean that one of many law officers in town was on to him and just waiting to pounce and snap those cuffs on his wrists? He nervously looked all around. Suddenly he saw the alley. Like lightning he darted off to the left and disappeared between the two warehouses almost falling over the trash can lying in the middle of the sidewalk. He tried to nervously tap his way along in the falling over the trash inky darkness and suddenly stiffened: it was a dead-end, he would have to go back would have to go back the way he had come. and louder, endpara1

Hercule Li

2003-10-31T10:19:52