Sam stalked through their midst, hunting for just the right opportunity, just the right set of circumstances to put things in his favour. He found it at half past seven. The girl had come off the last bus, the sum total of her belongings packed into a small suitcase that had clearly seen better days. She strode past Sam without looking up, and something clicked in the back of his mind. Somehow he knew, she was the one. He followed her across the station at a discreet distance, watching. No-one came to greet her, no one seemed to care. She wasn't looking around for anyone, like so many of the other passengers were doing, either. She simply strode for the exit with resigned strides, her bag clutched in one hand. Five minutes later, he pulled his car up beside her as she walked down the edge of the street. "Need a lift?" he asked. "No," she said, without turning to look at him. The rain was still coming down steadily, and her thin clothes were already soaked through. "Come on," Sam replied, "I don't bite.
