I never travel that far, she said, but far enough that there is still time to change things, if people listen. The future is close. Listen to my stories, she said to me. Listen to them and write them down, and after I’m gone you must publish them by whatever means you can.
Like a John Huston gumshoe he lived in crumpled suits and was always uncomfortable; a film noir Adrian Mole. Despite his almost totalitarian ordinariness, his friends quietly remarked between themselves that utterly bizarre things kept happening to him.
A hand yanked his head back before a practised blade flashed across his throat, so sharp that there was no real pain. “Sorry,” came the voice in a whisper, “but you’d have done the same.”
Yes, he was now inside a sewer but at least he had his train fare again. He had little experience of sewers but this one felt softer and warmer than expected. Nervously he squeezed the hand clutching the coin. Still there! He was so happy he was quite beside himself and, deciding to risk opening his eyes, was surprised to find that this was literally true.
The law says, ‘Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea’. A defendant cannot be found guilty without guilty intentions, a guilty state of mind. This is the legal test that should preclude an innocent person from being imprisoned, but does it ever take the ‘justice’ out of the ‘justice system’?
With the UK on the verge of a vicious civil war Minkowski and Porter are hiding out in adjacent tower blocks, providing sniper cover for groups of civilian refugees as they try to make their way towards the harbour. Since the last attack, Porter hasn’t seen or heard anything of his old friend. As his desperation and paranoia grows and his supplies dwindle he must decide whether to break cover and attempt a rescue. But Porter is worried that attacks from armed gangs are not the only thing that he must be careful of.