Bursting out from the tangled branches of the hedge, I tried desperately to hear my pursuers. They had been quick in discovering the body. And through the loud thumping of my heart and my own speeding footfalls, there it was. Rustling. Were they gaining on me?
The sound of my black dress shoes hitting gravel soon filled the air. Crunch after crunch after crunch came before I leapt over a parked car blocking my escape.
Grass was now under my feet, but the crunching continued. I looked over my shoulder and saw three silhouettes on my tail. Are those swords?
