The air is crisp, the sky a dirty blue, and the city of Manchester sleeps - a slumbering troll of granite, glass and humanity. Trev walks across the quiet cobbles of the city’s Northern Quarter, with his earphones jammed in and his collar up tight. He is on the happier side of 30 but at this earl...
People round here had long memories. It was a powerful motivator. He needed some kind of revenge. Nothing major, nothing too severe, but something at least to save face. He’d asked around a bit. Where did the guys working at Baldoon live? That kind of thing. A team of workers arriving in a small ...
It has just started to spit from mucky clouds high above, and the wipers have come on automatically. I’m beginning to like this car. Anything to keep me thinking of the deceitful web that is unravelling around me, each new reveal more sinister and confusing than the last. I make the journey back ...