Hera again

Marco.

I had been parading the streets of Manchester for the past few days, like a homeless man. Although there were comfortable hotels I could afford, I chose to stay in the most measly motels. It was best to avoid the spotlight for a while.

I even altered my dress sense, if you want to look homeless, you gotta play the part.

I spent my days wandering around, so I could get some info that might help me escape, since it wasn’t safe to travel by air or even the railway.

But the Flemmings made sure their operations were discreet, making my search for information always end in futility.

My last meeting with Juss didn’t exactly yield anything, other than the glaring fact that she didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. Well, at least, she made that very clear.

I couldn’t blame her though, I was an asshole to her. And I deserved a thousand rejections from her, but that wouldn’t be enough to stop me, Juss was mine, she was my prize. I just had to get out of t