Now he’s here!!!
“What’s the matter, what’s wrong?”
After he looked around, he reached out and grabbed my arm. “Shoot. I have a feeling he’s around, “He spoke in a low voice. His grip on my arm was so tight that it hurt.
I said, “Follow me.”
As we raced down the street, I felt his iron grip on me tighten until I was practically dragged. He made a right turn just as the road ended, leading us down an alley.