Neil.

I’d been through enough of these to know exactly how it feels.

That tingling feeling at the back of my neck, and the sensation like though the air had just turned a little thicker, and quieter, like though something or someone was watching. It wasn’t paranoia. I’d learned to listen to that instinct. The gang had taught me that much. You ignore it once, you don’t get to ignore it the next time because by then you’re dead.

Faye stood stiffly besides me with her eyes shifting as ...