Ten minutes later the men returned. The Saudi was sprinting away, a terrified look on his face, looking over his shoulder long after passing through the gate. Then Bangkok Phil appeared. His shirt open, massive barrel chest dropping over the front of his unzipped pants.
“Pretty Daring, man?” I took off my headphones to look into his eyes.
Bangkok growled and stared off in a sneer. “He was worth the risk.” Then walked back into the darkness leaving me alone on the street to finish my run.