Journal, Wednesday 30.03.11 (16.58)

Well, thank God for that. It was only my landlady. She was angry that my girlfriend and I had gone away for two months without telling her. She said she had been considering selling all of our things in lieu of rent money. I told her that I'd pay her this afternoon but, to be honest, I have more important things to be worrying about.


I've counted four men positioned outside of my house but there could well be more than that. There are two sitting in a black car on the end of the street and another two around the back of the house. Getting out of the country will be tricky. Hell, getting out town without being followed is going to take a miracle.
I'll walk down to the cashpoint machine in a minute and see if I can spot any escape routes. There's got to be a narrow alleyway or something between here and the shop. Maybe I can give them the slip? Who knows?