The Quotidian Timeline

11 am, July 26th – King Michael’s private hospital, 5-9 Bedlar St, London

Miles Kinslow replayed the image of the homeless man rushing towards them. Wade Pearce tackled him to the ground, then averted his gaze while pinning him down. The noxious smell was like a thick fog, making it hard to breathe, even metres away from the man.

“Let’s question him. Anything to give us a lead to Nate,” said Wade.

“Argh, let’s take him to Charing Cross Police Station,” said Sani.

A team of police led the homeless man away, and they headed back to Bell. But after a twenty-minute drive, the gate security team took over from Wade and Sani.

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Miles got out of the car. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“Heading back to London. We need a lead,” said Wade.

“I’m coming with you,” said Miles.

“Your mother?” asked Sani.

“I’m coming with. It’s crunch time,” said Miles.

“Any news from Syd?” asked Wade.

“The agent played well in our social circle, but nothing came back,” said Miles.

“Hey, the cameras had nothing,” said Sani. “You were on it a hundred per cent Wade. Even the Bellaton underground passages were clean. There were cobwebs. No one crossed them in months. It’s a mystery.”

“Let’s hope we get a lead today,” said Miles.

***

Wade hung his special parking badge on the car, and they walked inside the police station. A police officer stepped forward to greet them. “We let him go.”

“You what?” screeched Wade.

“We said wait for us!” said Sani.

“It was baffling. Nothing he said was rational. We got him support, but he refused and walked out.”

“Which way did he go?” asked Miles.

“Left.”

They ran out of the station, their faces flushed with the urgency of finding the homeless man. They ran for blocks, but the alleyways made it impossible to keep up with him. Wade unleashed a string of profanities