Chapter 15

When they were gone, I went to the waiting area, seizing a magazine from the stand. I wasn't interested in what the gym had to offer. I'd have a punching bag delivered to our house in the Borough tomorrow and start my rigorous routine of running and smashing things. The streets would be my playground. In the middle of scanning the smiling faces of the celebrities on the magazine, I got this prickly feeling at the back of my head, as if someone was watching me from afar. I checked the glass...