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 yard, which was edged with rusty iron railings. We watched from behind a scrubby bush. The place was pretty quiet. Too early for McCready, the old crook. It was partly his fault about Dad. He was always getting him to drop off his dodgy stuff. Maybe Dad didn’t realise that it was all stolen, I thought suddenly. Maybe Dad was completely innocent and had just ended up being the fall guy . . . Huh. Who was I kidding? Dad knew full well what he was doing. There were a couple of drivers in the portakabin having a brew before they set off on their journeys. I could see them inside, laughing and chatting and swigging their tea. I recognised one of them. It was Pete, one of Dad’s old mates from years back.
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