"The bush with the white flowers. He's on this edge of it. Quite close to the walk, so he can step around and be behind you the minute that you pass."
Sutton puffed on the cigarette, making it glow like a red eye in the dark.
"Shall we take him, Johnny?"
"Yes, we'd better take him."
Sutton resumed his stroll and now he saw the bush, four paces away, no more.
One step.
I wonder what it's all about.
Two steps.
Cut out your wondering. Act now and do your wondering later.
Three steps.