C107 Schwartz

Schwartz

A woman slammed into him and Schwartz swore as the phone flew out of his hands. He was about to shout at her when she gripped his arms.

“Please,’ she whispered desperately, digging her hands into his arms, her green eyes filled with terror,

‘Please, you... you have got to help me.’

He raised his brows in disbelief.

But then a man came round the corner, almost running in his haste