The man makes for a building nearby. The second floor is a light and he can hear muffled voices emanating from an open window. The slight man begins cautiously checking the lower floor doors and windows for some way in. All are locked or barred in some way. He concludes that any attempts to force open a door or window would surely alert those upstairs of his presence.
A rustle of cloth against a stone wall causes the slim man to stiffen. Then a strong, powerful and seemingly disembodied voice proceeds from the darkness. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you been snooping around ever since you came amongst us. Always seeking to learn what you had no business knowing. Always where you shouldn’t be, are you trying to spoil our surprise? We just can’t have that now, can we?” Eddie lowers his knife, to afraid to put up much resistance. Eddie knows his end has come. He closes his eyes and says a prayer. He just hopes this won’t hurt too much.
A groan and a gurgle and the quay returns to silence as a ghost moon drifts overhead.