If he walked carefully enough, he’d give the impression of having both hands tucked into his jacket pockets. It wouldn’t fool anyone who looked closely, but it would do for someone who was only giving him the briefest of looks.

Stepping out from behind the abandoned shop, he saw the shadow creature crossing the bridge ahead of him, still en route to the canals. He walked as quickly as he could without giving himself away, briskly crossing the street and cresting Hythe Bridge.

He was just in time to see the thing take a right turn along the canal, passing through a cycle gate. It took him some time to get across, due to traffic, and when he did, the tattooed man was nowhere in sight.

He slowed his pace and scanned the area. The canal ran just a few feet to his left. Houseboats were moored intermittently along the side, and to the right was wild scrubland, not very deep, but thick enough with brambles and tall grass to adequately hide someone in this low light undetectably. Right now Daniel’s best shot was to keep himself out in the open and wait to be attacked. He kept walking.

“Steady,” he whispered. “Steady now.” As he inched forward, he tried to hide his fear, but then decided that it would be better for the one hunting him if he didn’t hide it. He tried to keep his breath even.

The seconds dragged on until he heard, with a relief that nearly chilled him, a faint scuffle on the path behind him. He turned carefully, keeping his left shoulder most visible, and saw the creature standing off at a distance of about thirty feet. It had discarded its sunglasses and T-shirt and was crouching on the footpath, half naked and wreathed in shadows, leering at him.

“Lonely little light,” it said. “Dim light, faint light. All alone in a city of one hundred and fifty thousand. A fraction so infinitesimally small, it’s hardly worth expressing. Statistically insignificant, equivalent to nothing.”