But just as I’m about to enter a pub that looks promising, I spot the familiar gait and stature of the very man I can’t stop thinking about. Jack St. Claire is walking briskly down the road in front of me, taking a turn onto a quiet side street. Driven by curiosity, I abandon the bar I was about to enter and follow him. I’m far enough behind that he can’t hear me, and there are people on the street who seem to be heading in the same direction as we are. I’m dying to know…what does Jack get up to in his free time? Where on earth does he go?
