Just Around the Street Corner

As I was rounding the street corner with my newly acquired portrait I thought I glimpsed the soldier that I had put in jail about ten months ago for trying to kill me. I panicked and ducked into a darkened doorway to watch the scraggly suspect pass. He looked my way for a moment and I froze. But then he moved on. How can he be out of jail soon I wondered. And I began to follow the fellow down the street to see if I could find out where he was staying and if it was in fact the man that tried to kill me and steal my money those many months ago.