Lee looked up from his breakfast with a start. For the last two days he’d been on edge every time a sound came from the front door. His mum picked up the letters from the doormat. “I keep finding mud on this carpet,” she called to him. “Did you knock my pot plant off the hall table?” “I fell over, that’s all.” He looked back at the TV screen. Just more boring news stories. His mind began to wander. He wondered when Alex would get in touch with him again. There had been no word from him after he’d left with a, “You’ll be hearing from me soon.” Lee had put some of the money away in a tin under his bed. He was due at the clinic in a few hours but he didn’t know exactly what Alex wanted him to do. It was as if Lee’s thoughts flashed on the TV screen. There, right in front of him, was Alex’s face. Those same eyes were staring at him from the screen. It didn’t seem real. Nor did the news reader’s voice: Police say the body found shot dead on a train last night was this man.
