Hands still shaking from the meeting with the police. He hated speaking to people in power like that. Constantly worried that he’d be arrested and thrown in jail. Even the knowledge he’d never done anything wrong wasn’t enough to calm him. It was his number one fear. Being locked up inside. Part of the reason he did the youth club thing was because he was sure he wasn’t alone in that feeling.The phone was answered within a couple of rings.‘Yeah … what’s up?’‘Hey, it’s me …’‘I know that. Your name comes up on my mobile. Doesn’t it do that for you?’‘Yeah, course, just wanted to make sure.’‘What do you want? If you need more money, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until the next review …’‘No,’ Thornhill interrupted, ‘it’s something else.’‘Pretend I’m intrigued. Go on.’‘The police have just been here. Asking questions about a lad who’s gone missing and now turned up dead …’‘And …’‘I just thought you should know.’‘Listen, don’t worry about anything.
