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but he did have a better view of the man. He noticed something on the back of the other man’s neck; it looked like a large mole. Henry’s blood went cold; he had a mole just like that too.
    Oh, god, this couldn’t be right. He leaned forward for a closer look. The height was about right, so was the body shape, even the lack of hair. It was him, another Henry! As he took another step forward, his brown shoe crunched on the neck of a broken milk bottle.
    The thunderous noise echoed around the buildings. Henry stood frozen to the spot as he watched the woman throw the man off him and sit up. Henry gasped out loud. Dark red blood covered the woman’s entire face but underneath that scarlet mask, there was no doubt that the woman was his wife.
    The mill whistle then blasted out. Henry yelped and spun around; he shot out of the garden and pelted through the short cut.
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Joanie Winters would have to make a decision to either go or stay. Buggering off and striking this plan down as a failure looked to be the likeliest choice, besides, that irritating car alarm really was getting on her tits.
    She jumped off the bonnet of the vintage, canary yellow Aston Martin and walked off without giving the car a second glace. She was going to be pissed off for the rest of the day now.
    God, she so needed to hit something, how dare the car owner not show their ugly mug. She’d put so much work into setting that up.
    When Joanie had first seen that big, posh car, painted up in that shitty gay colour, she knew that here was an opportunity just impossible to turn down. The car must be worth a bloody fortune, somebody’s pride and joy. He probable loved that car more than his wife although judging by the colour, he was probably queer so he’ll have loved it more than his mum.
    She reckoned that if anyone had even looked at the car funny then the owner would pull a major bitch-fest. Joanie had pulled an evil grin and then sat down hard on the bonnet.
    At first, the shrieking alarm had been like music to her ears, she’d even tried to scratch the paintwork with her fingernails whilst waiting for the red-faced owner to make an appearance.
    There was nothing better than a good old confrontation to get the blood singing.
    As she walked around the corner, Joanie still couldn’t believe that nobody had turned up. She could have set the bloody thing on fire and still walked away.
    Joanie was not having a good day. Why the hell was nobody fighting back? Even that bald dude on the bus, this morning, had acted like one big soft teddy bear. That did surprise her, considering what Joanie had seen him do to that tramp the day before. That reminded her, Joanie had intended to check that alley out today.
    “I wonder why he didn’t fight back?”
    It was almost as if the guy on the bus this morning was a completely different person to that screaming psycho who’d knocked seven shades of shite out of that homeless guy.
    “It’s a bit of a weird one, Joanie.”
    The car alarm abruptly stopped its screaming. She guessed that her man had finally decided to make his entrance. Maybe, he was there all the time she has sat on his car, hiding behind a corner or peeking through a pair of curtains, just waiting for her to disappear.
    She liked the sound of that. The idea that a grown man could be shit-scared of little old Joanie excited the hell out of her. Her black mood lifted, until Joanie remembered where she was going and the black mood crashed back down.
    “This is so much bollocks,” she muttered.
    Joanie fucking hated doing errands for her gran, it was a chore and a complete ball-ache. To make it worse, the potential embarrassment factor, if her mates found out the real reason she’d skipped out of college was just too soul destroying to even contemplate.
    Her life would be ruined; those bitches would take the piss behind Joanie’s back for literally months after.
    Visiting her gran hadn’t always been such a downer, back in the