Chapter 9

I was sick of busses.  I rested my head against the window, the glass cold against my forehead.  Closing my eyes I tried to doze the journey away.

Jack had delivered, the passport had been ready for me when I got back to Ben's place.  There was no sign of Ben while I was there.  Jack explained that he could often be gone for days at a time.  I was glad of it, the man made me ill at ease.

The passport was safely tucked in the pocket of my trousers.  It seemed strange, seeing my picture in the...