Mickey goes toward the silver door, hesitates in front of it. Somehow he seems smaller, frailer. A shock of surprise hits me as our gazes meet and hold. His bottom lip trembles. He bites on it, but is too late - he knows we have seen his fear.
Narrow shoulders hunch forward as though battling against a strong wind.
We all watch, our own muscles tightening in nervous apprehension as he reaches out to touch the door. Before his fingers can make contact the door swings open. Gazzer, eyes fixed resolutely on the floor, gets up and goes through. I s had been quickly forgotten as we collected Gazzer and Barry and raced off for a high-speed tour of the estate. Things started to get hairy when the cops tagged us and gave chase.