hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

The security guard reached the back of the hospital, the outlines of the overgrown airing courts still marking out the boundaries, and the view stretching away across the hills. He nodded to the dog walkers and ramblers. In general, they were most helpful, keeping an eye on the place, letting him know about suspicious people. People hanging about. People loitering.

Thatís why the girl with red hair caught his eye. Why was she hanging around? Although she was reading a book, why would anyone come and sit in the grounds and read a book? On a windy, squalid day like this?

The girl noticed him approach, got up, and started to walk around the perimeter in front of him. He quickened his step.