door a hearty kick, slamming it shut. A meaty thud and an oath rewarded me. I counted to three and hauled the door open. ‘Hell! Are you all right, man?’ He was on his backside clutching his face. ‘The wind must have caught the door. Terrible thing.’ ‘… be ok.’ Both hands still clasped over his nose, the injured one atop the good. I crouched beside him. ‘Best have a look.’ And pulled back his bad hand. Immediately that familiar warmth built, and with it came an idea
