Raid @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "RCLSorts"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: url(../fonts/00002.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "RCLSorts"; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; src: url(../fonts/00002.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "RCLSorts"; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; src: url(../fonts/00002.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "RCLSorts"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; src: url(../fonts/00002.ttf) } 5. RAID The electricity had gone off before James’ room had warmed up, so he’d carried his duvet and pillows through to the living-room and spent the evening snuggled up on the sofa, reading an out-of-date motorbike magazine by the dim glow of a portable gas lamp. He’d been asleep for several hours when he woke with a jolt and an eerie sense that something was up. ‘The boy’s not in bed,’ a man shouted angrily. The men were in the hallway just a few metres away; hard to say how many. James realised that the sound of them kicking the front door in had woken him up.
