The Runaway

‘If we can’t find him, Tuff, we’ll have to go to the police,’ I said. ‘And they’re going to be way less understanding than us about a lot of this stuff …’

‘That’s £12.98,’ he said.

We didn’t bother going back to the office. I phoned Aunt Edie and told her she could go home early. Jo made us fish-finger sandwiches and we ate them with the TV on. Not that we were watching it; I just think neither of us were in the mood for talking.

Jo was in the bath when my phone rang. I took the call into the front room, switched the TV off.

‘Is that Lee Winters?’