A crowded street. People passed by hardly aware of the busker performing in the shop doorway. Suddenly the piano accordion player slumped forward. As he fell a flash of light bounced off a steel blade protruding from his back and in seconds his white shirt blushed blood red.
He collapsed in a heap like a puppet with broken strings, the instrument beneath him emitting a wheezing breathless groan.
Was it the man with the dog or the boy in the hoodie? Could it have been the lady in dark glasses or the beggar with the white stick? In thirty minutes or so, they all would know the answer.
The audience left the warmth of the auditorium for the chill of the night outside. In a doorway opposite the theatre, an accordion player squeezed a jolly tune. He suddenly stopped and the crowd turned and stared.