I’m busy searching through the bottom of my wardrobe for my French textbook. I’m not sure why, but I turn my head and he’s there, standing just inside my bedroom doorway. I gasp as his fierce expression catches me unawares, and my heart thumps louder and harder, not just through fear, but almost ...
Sam! Slow down. Wait for us!’ I didn’t like to yell in case someone heard us, but it was still early and luckily we didn’t meet anyone. Jamie led us out of the woods along the footpath by the gas works and up the back roads to Mr McCready’s depot. There were a few lorries parked inside the tatty ...
