the light, followed the tug's deliberate progress as he leaned against the fence near the Gamla Stan tube stop. His hands were fisted into his jacket pockets, his collar turned up, his shoulders tense to combat the shivering. The brilliant, crusted white of the snow that blanketed the quay was unmarked, save for a long single line of blue- shadowed footsteps that connected his still form to a narrow alley between the ancient buildings that clustered up the hill behind him.
Fatigue made him sigh, and two jets of vapor flowed over his shoulders.
A girl stepped out into the sunlight from the dank cavern of the Gamla Stan tube station where she had passed the night sheltered from the snow and wind. She looked around disconsolately and pulled her surplus army parka more closely around her. She was burdened with a knapsack and a cheap guitar, and the American flag sewn to the butt of her jeans had come loose and frayed at one corner. Her monumentally plain face was gaunt, and her red-rimmed eyes showed hunger and misery. She looked at Jonathan with mistrust. He examined her with distant indifference. A grinning yellow sun-face sticker on her guitar advised him to 'have a nice day.'
London and Essex, 1973
Copyright © 1973 by Trevanian
ISBN: 0-345-31738-6
