Motorbikes, Ducks and Crispy Sweet Apple

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Jimmy should have walked away when the alarm bells had first sounded in his head. He had plenty of other opportunities since then, but couldn't or wouldn't and he wasn't sure why. He'd tried to convince himself it was because he was doing 'the right thing'. Was that 'the right thing' for him or her? And had the need to do it stopped being the fulfilment of a promise and instead become an obsession? Now it didn't matter anymore. He was well out of his comfort zone, on his own, thousands of miles from home with blood on his hands...