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Little legs face glazed….
“Shit!....”
“Hello wos’s goin on Trace? Are you there?”
Little legs pushed the receiver closer to his ear. Everything was muffled though he could hear shouting and crying in the background. Suddenly a voice came through crystal clear
“Who’s there, is that you Tommy?”
Little legs froze at the sound of The Otters voice.
“I’ll fuckin kill you, you little prick, wh…”
Little legs slammed the phone back on the cradle. He rested his head against the red enamel, his heart pounding. He opened his eyes, a small old woman was glaring at him from outside, her hands holding on to a soaking neck scarf. He stumbled out muttering apologies and started down the avenue of shops. 
It was getting dark now. Lights from the chip shop and the pub glowed yellow and red in the drizzle. Blurred people went about their business through the windows settling in for the Friday night rituals of take away food and drinking. Little legs would have liked to join them, fish and chips followed by a few pints and ‘grab a granny’ in the 70’s disco suddenly seemed like heaven-but he knew this was the first place the Otter would come looking.
His car with its magnetic taxi sign still attached sat in the corner of the parking area. He took the sign off and slung it in the back seat, got in and stared out of the windscreen at the few people standing outside the pub entrance. A flurry of heavy rain blurred the view and he watched the figures retreating into the bar laughing as they went. A faint bass throb started as the juke box pumped out some old Stones number he vaguely recognised. He stared around the cab. An old Sun newspaper, a few coins and a Cornetto wrapper. He took out his wallet, it had been a good day, and with the contents of his change bag he probably had about £120. He rested his head on the steering wheel. One thing was certain, he had to get out of town for a bit, let things settle down, let time take the sting out of the situation. He started the old Cavalier up and reversed out of the parking spot. He had no real plan but thought he would just get out of town onto the A1M and start driving north. Something would come to him.