Michael
Andres is a sizable figure, hulking and well-muscled, with the easy movement that suggests he knows how to use the muscle.
I make another move to reach the woman, but he blocks me, fists raised, knuckling white.
"Come on," I say. "You can't get away. I don't have to catch you. Just to stop you going anywhere until the cops turn up."
His eyes dart to the woman, "Julia?"
"Get him, you i***t!" she hisses. "D'you want to still be here when the police arrive?"
He nods, sniffs and straightens up. "I'll handle this one. You get away." Then he squares up to me again. "You heard the lady."
In the background, behind the sunglasses, Julia smiles. Arms folded, she stands, watching, one foot tapping...
Then... as Andres makes a move... jabbing forward with a fist... she darts off to one
