The Runaway

‘Do you want to buy those?’ he asked Jo, as he pushed past me and got behind the till.

‘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?’