"Go! Emily, go!" Trish whisper-yells at me, pointing excessively in the direction Jane has disappeared. I nod silently before running towards the alleyway, keeping myself pressed back into the wall. Trish follows right behind me and I have to admit, it really does feel like we're part of MI5 now.
I peer into the alleyway, unable to make out much from the darkness surrounding it. The further I look down, the darker and scarier it is. My heart thumps against my chest and I can feel myself breathing heavier from the adrenaline pumping through my blood.
The floor of the alleyway is littered with rubbish, half open takeaway boxes and black bin bags. I grimace at the sight and strain to make out Jane's figure in the dark.
What the hell is she doing in a dump like this?