The Pan left the lock-up, edged carefully along in the shadows to the end of the street and set off on his usual route home.
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“That him?” asked a voice in the darkness, once it was convinced he was safely out of earshot.
“Yup?”
“That old duffer?”
“Yup.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding. Denarghi must be out of his mind. What now then? Do we follow him?”
“Yup.”
“Alright, then. You go first.”
Two dark figures slipped out of their hiding place and set off in the direction The Pan had taken. Their quarry moved with surprising speed for an old man and by the time he reached the end of the street he was so far ahead they had to run a little way to catch up. They didn’t want him getting away again. Denarghi had made it very plain how important it was that they followed this old gimmer home, tonight, and found out where he lived.