You and her are great together. Don't, ferfucksake, go off at the half bent. Find out for sure, before you make a cunt of yerself. Get yer head down f...er a couple of hours; we're back on watch soon. We'll talk in daylight. Cincinatti and Nobby have got dirty knees 'n'all. They'll tell you the score." Do they need to know?" I asked."D'ya think they don't already know something is wrong?"Derek was right. We were a really tight team. We had to be. We could always tell each other's moods. The other. It must have been a through lounge downstairs, strange how these thoughts come into your mind. Back out on the landing I made for the other front bedroom, kicking the door open I was relieved to see flashing blue lights outside through the window. Dropping the woman onto the bed, incidentally on top of her son who was sleeping there, I grabbed a TV set from a bracket on the wall and threw it through the window, hoping that there was no one standing below, then I kicked the rest of the glass. Okay, I would like that. My mind was whirling about the possibilities that I might expect, things I had only heard about in snickering whispers at school. I dont know how many steps I took to the bathroom because I felt as if I was floating through the air. I took a quick, but careful shower and dried off. I pulled on my pajama bottoms and emerged from the misty bathroom to find the apartment in darkness except for a faint light coming from beneath my moms door. I tapped lightly and heard. The cloth in his mouth meant that he couldn't do anythingmore than loudly mumble out incoherent sentences, though it was stillobvious to the old man. He was crying, he was asking for help, hepromised to not tell anyone, he promised to do anything, et cetera, etcetera.The old man walked away, out of his eyesight, but he could still hearhim behind him. He could hear the old man doing things, and it soundedlike he was pressing buttons, using tools, attaching wires, and so on.There was something.