- Back into action -
...“Harold, you’re free tomorrow at dawn? Six oclock?”
He also added: “Don’t let me down, my friend. The circus begins again tomorrow.”
Harold, who had shared five long years of toing and froing between JFK, could not curb an enormous smile behind his wheel.
“No problem, sir. I’ll be there.”
- The escape -
Simpson truly took him for a philanthropist.
They left the Bronx behind and headed for interstate 95 which led to the north. The pickup chugged along at seventy kilometers an hour. Given its age and condition, it couldn’t in any case have gone any faster without losing an essential part.
- Last Love -
...She defied him with a frank and determined look. Facing her, and without a word, Sfoz awkwardly placed a hand on her jet-black crown. She had a long quiver, a deep breath. It was her who placed her arms around his neck before kissing him passionately.
Unable to stand being in her clutches any longer, he fled like a schoolboy.
- Ikea Shopping Center -
... In the cramped room, beside the metal lockers a pale blue smock was hanging on a coat-peg. One of the lockers was ajar. Inside, a scarf looped on a hanger. A cleaning trolley dozed close by.
He slipped into the smock, knotted the scarf around his head, took the trolley, the bucket and the mop and left the room. His pursuers were searching for a turncoat, not a cleaning woman.
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