Two junkies, in search of a fix, find a whole new addiction.
Bracing myself with a flinch, my cloth-bound fist punchesout the small decorative pane of glass. There’s a deafening crash and a shower of tinkling glass across stone tiles. I freeze to the spot, listening for any movement inside. ‘ Fucking noise …’ I think, knocking out the broken shards as quietly as possible. The oak door’s fixed with a large iron lock some would call ‘rustic’...Read On