Windows shattered all along the street—the first targets were the shops selling booze—and the air quickly filled with shrieking sirens and clattering bells of burglar alarms, mingling with screaming and shouting and mad laughter and the roar of car engines as drivers trapped in the middle of the ...
I made it to the bottom almost without making a sound, and stood there by the front door, feeling the slight draught of cool night air on my bare feet. I was holding my breath and listening, and I could still hear nothing, and I wondered if the sound of the front door closing had after all been p...