He put the letter in his pocket and drove to the south of the city.He wondered how Muriel could feel safe living here,among these dark streets full of rubbish and young men drinking out of brown paper bags.He turned onto Singleton Street.
He found number 16,got out of the car and climbed the steps.
He opened the screen door and took the letter from his pocket.
'I've got a gun,'Muriel said from inside the house,'and I'm aiming it exactly where your head is.'
His heart started beating very fast.Her voice sounded level and accurate-like her gun, he imagined.' It's Macon,' he said.