His knee buckled and he grabbed the spindly trunk of a nearby tree for support. The tree was long dead and his fingers sank into the damp, mouldering wood, but it held him up. For now. He spat on the ground. The taste of blood in his mouth wasn’t so strong now, but perhaps he was just getting use...
He looked to the footholds cut into the stone. Should he follow Burlic, try to stop him? He shook his head. Twice Burlic had shown how easily he could beat him in a fight. He rubbed his left arm. He’d hit it against a rock when Burlic had pushed him to the ground. Now it ached and throbbed. At le...
Grigson, wondering if his employer had noticed. I reckon I got away with it, Trevor thought. The old duffer wouldn’t bat an eyelid if I fell down dead. Trevor allowed himself a wry smile and tried to concentrate on what Grigson was saying. The old man had the bit between his teeth; he’d spent the...