I limped as fast as I could down the street. Again, Mack mocked me by going slow.
I turned round for a moment. Just enough time to swear at him.
"Oi!" Someone shouted at me. I spun round. I knew it wasn't Mack, he had a higher voice than that.
Someone had just come out of an alleyway between two houses behind me. A drunken hobo, it looked like from where I was standing.
He was shaking a bottle in one hand and a gun in the other, but he pointed it at no one.
"You look like you are in trouble." His voice slurred. "Take this." He handed me his gun. Mack had stopped and got out his car, coming to see what this man was doing.
"Will it kill him?" I asked. The man nodded.
"Thank you so much." I said as he burped.
"Mack. Put your hands up!" I turned to face him.