I couldn’t just stand there in case someone saw me. All I could do was head for the next meeting point and forget about what kind of hell was going to break loose when the mess I was standing in was discovered.
Taking care to step around the blood, I did a quick check to make sure there was no obvious trace on my clothes or shoes, then strode away.
A face peered around the corner I was heading for. It was Six. As I got closer, he had a look on his face that was probably the look on my face aswell. Confused. Stunned. Like something horrifying had happened. Knocked for six – so to speak.
I rounded the corner and we walked together in silence.
“What happened?” I asked eventually.
“Don’t want to talk about it.”