Unexpected Encounter

As I sit in the pub, my senses begin to return and thoughts clear. I feel eyes burning into me and giving in, I turn my head to meet the gaze intent on seeing into my soul. My mind freezes and animal instincts take over; the fear is over whelming and I grab my scanner while extricating my rigid body from the cramped booth. Hiding in the back was a mistake, but the crowd will be to my benefit, if I am to escape capture. The man's face is not threatening and his eyes have an unusual cast to them, but he is looking for the same fiend that I am, only he believes its me. I manage to free myself from the restrictions of the public house, but outside doesn't give me the freedom I am looking for. He is pursuing me and his wits are a match for mine. In other circumstances, I might enjoy his company. Sounds of his boots are not far behind, I must loose him before I return to Hanbury Street. 
This is utterly maddening, he seems to know where I am going... damn it all! If only I had something to immobilize him without getting near him. My 'pal' would just slit his throat and call it a day. That bastard is why I'm in this mess. 
I don't hear him now... my heart is beating so loud, I couldn't hear a... holy shite!! Horse cart suddenly appears. Aaaaah! Horse whinnies and hooves stomping on cobble stone. Whoa thar' Bessy, easy girl. Hey, misser, you just 'bout got trampled. Ye' fine laddy? Y-yes. Just scared out of my wits. You 'ought be a might more careful laddy. I'll try to remember that. Cart moves on, Jack moves to a dark doorway to hide. Damn it to Hell... this is not my night. Bloody horse nearly took my head off! If I hadn't rolled out of the way... stomp, stomp, nice horseshoe hole in my head and Jack is dead. Well, the danger isn't over, all that ruckus would have alerted my pursuer and he should be showing up about now. Nothing, total silence; not even rats scurrying about for a snack...like my nearly pummeled brains on the road. 
I strain my eyes so hard they begin to water. I can't wait any longer, I've got to get back to retrieve that key. The Butcher has to know by now its missing and he'll do anything to get it back. I move swiftly down the streets with my headache pounding; must have hit it falling. I still feel like I'm being followed, but every time I look back, nothing but flickering street lamps. Finally, Hanbury Street; nearly to the fence and gate opening now, only a few feet to go... voices, voices in the court yard... I stop to listen... their conversation is muffled, but as I creep closer, my blood freezes. I know those voices. Stepping into the yard, all our eyes meet and my name rings out from her lips... Jack!!