Chapter 32
“To go home,” he said. He turned his head to look longingly back at the street, cold and deserted, not occupied with this demoness, this crazy woman, this monster. Forgotten was his feeling of superiority, and he was nothing again, nothing but sheep. Sheep. “For this to be over and done.”
“Go home,” she said. Considered it. Tasted the words. “Over and done.”
“Don’t you talk right?” He shifted his weight, felt his rough coat snagging on each protuberance of the wall. Ten feet, he thought. If he could just get ten feet, he could run, get away. That bobby was nor but two streets down, that would be the end of her, it would.