The whistles and sirens along with the wild barking of the hounds reverberated chaotically all over London's cold and damp night. The child in my arms was clinging down to my coat and violently kicking down my waist making me struggle to run a mile not even a couple of feet.

She was crying and wailing pretty bad but there was no other way. Her father, the old man sacrificed himself for me. He knew that he will be arrested and prosecuted probably sentenced to a lifetime or even worse - death. He wasn't afraid cause he was dying inside and he made me promise to take care of her even though I was a criminal, the girl couldn't survive all on her own. The police are so cheap bastards who wouldn't even care for the child of the accomplice. She would have been spared living on the streets eventually ending up in a worse condition than living with a criminal.

The pursuit went on for days then weeks then months. I should say I am amused by their...