Bolomania 1

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He heard soft footsteps behind him. That meant nothing good. Who would follow him late at night, and in this narrow alley in the infamous harbor district? Especially now, when he had pulled off the heist of a lifetime and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him, and waited to relieve him of the fruits of his labor?

Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the city's countless law enforcement officers, and would the steel handcuffs snap shut around his wrists in an instant? He could already hear the command to stop. He looked around frantically. Suddenly, he spotted the narrow passage.

Quick as a flash, he turned right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost tripped over the overturned trash can that lay in the middle of the path. He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: Apparently, there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passage he had come through.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, he saw a dark figure turn the corner. His eyes darted feverishly through the nocturnal darkness, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now,