et dimitte nobis debita nostra
And forgive us our trespasses
He knew that the other one has left the town. He knew right in the moment when they lost sight of each other.
Now all he had to do was to catch up with him. He returned to church. The horizon announced thunderstorm clouds.
He collected his belongings after a last prayer in church and hit the road. The monk has told him that his target person was on the way to Canada.
This eased the manhunt. He would follow him, somehow there would a possibility to do so.
Soon after he left town towards Jordan Road, it started to rain. It didn't matter to him.
Unless he moved on fast, he wouldn't have a chance to close on with the other one.
He probably had only a few hours of lead over him. But the blonde man knew that this was enough to put thousands of miles between them.
The rain awoke memories. Memories of times he wanted to forget. But on the other hand he wanted them back. He called him a name only he was allowed to use.
They understood each other. Maybe it was some kind of congeniality of souls, he didn't really know. He knew that he felt alright when he was with the darked haired man.
This one had worked in the steelworks as a day labourer and from time to time got his wage through delivering dangerous packages.
They've met in honky-tonks around the Thames. Swallowed down drinks and talked. It didn't matter about what.
Only that he never told the truth to the dark haired man. He knitted a web of lies around their friendship.
No one was allowed to know the truth. After all, he had been in London to fulfill an assignment...