Fugitive Diaries, Day 1: Get Me To Malacca!!
*An excerpt from Slippery by Liam Carroll* Joel pops the trunk and waves me up, “Right mate, all clear, out you get.” I push my golf club camouflage away and edge forwards. The heat overwhelms me. I’m so sick of the equator. We’re a short way down a dirt road in the shade of some tropical overgrowth. I hop out and feel the side of my head, the cut seems to have healed over somewhat and the bleeding has at least stopped. “Flynn, there’s a train station around the corner. Get a