Chapter 11

Howard shot Vince a panicked glance.

"Where are you, Vince?" The voice shouted again. Whoever it belonged to was crashing through the flat, searching every room. From what they could hear, the person was getting nearer.

The living room door burst open. A man stormed in, his face like thunder.

"Who are you?" Howard demanded, jumping up.

"Who are you?" The man asked, poking Howard in the chest.

"I'm Howard Moon, sir. Jazz maverick and Britain's leading cream poet." He drew himself up proudly. "I'll ask again, who are you?"

"I" replied the man, towering over Howard "am Simon Noir."