The time we were supposed to meet had passed about ten minutes ago. I’d been hding there for about fifteen minutes. I could still hear Six’s instructions in my head as clearly as if he was saying them right then.
“Don’t just linger there like some weird stalker. Doesn’t matter how careful you are, someone will see you eventually and you’ll stick in their memory as the strange, creepy stalker guy.”
Pulling the penknife I’d found in the cottage from my inside coat pocket, I scratched a symbol in the brickwork to show I’d been there and had moved on. Then I set off, heading for our second meeting point. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.