‘Fuck off,’ Keegan muttered, following as his friend forged ahead.

A few minutes later, they emerged into a clearing where the ground was scorched and the vegetation frazzled.

‘What the fuck’s gone on here?’ Jordan said. ‘It looks like someone’s had a barbecue, or summat. You’d think they’d be more careful since they had all them fires on the moors last year, wouldn’t you?’

Two evenly spaced lines in the soot had caught Keegan’s eye, and he followed them until they disappeared over the side. Guessing that a vehicle had been torched and pushed over, he walked up to the edge to take a look. He hadn’t really expected to see anything, so when he spotted the back end of a burned-out car some fifteen feet below, its front end wedged in a gap between two rock ledges, he murmured, ‘Whoa . . .’

‘What’s up?’ Jordan walked up beside him and followed his gaze. Laughing when he saw it, he said, ‘That’s what the idiots get for following the SatNav. Someone my dad works with ended up in a lake the other week. Got to be thick as pig-shit not to see that coming.’

‘That doesn’t explain how it set on fire,’ said Keegan, still staring at it. Then, squinting, he leaned forward with his hands on his knees. ‘I think someone’s in it.’

‘Fuck off,’ Jordan jeered. ‘It’ll be them bottle-bottoms making you see things.’

‘I’m serious,’ Keegan insisted. ‘Look . . .’ He pointed to the right-hand side. ‘In the driver’s seat.’

Rolling his eyes, sure that his friend was imagining things, Jordan followed his finger.

‘Shit, yeah, you’re right,’ he said when he saw what his friend had seen.

‘What should we do?’ Keegan asked.

‘Go down and take a proper look,’ Jordan said, wriggling his arms out from the straps of his rucksack. ‘We can take pictures and put them on Insta.’

‘It’s too dangerous,’ Keegan argued. ‘That ledge is the only thing holding it up, and the slightest movement or extra bit of weight could send the whole lot down – you with it.’

‘So what do you suggest, Brainiac?’ Jordan asked, already slipping his blazer off. ‘Leave it, and let Zack and Leo take all the glory when they find it on Saturday? I don’t think so, mate.’

Keegan thought about it for a second and slid his phone out of his pocket.

‘Don’t take pics from up here,’ Jordan said, folding the blazer and placing it neatly on the rucksack. ‘You need to get up close.’

‘I’m not taking pictures, I’m calling the police,’ Keegan said.

‘What?’ Jordan pulled a face. ‘Nah, man, what’s the point in that?’

‘That could be someone’s mum or dad, for all we know. People could be looking for them.’

‘So what? It’s nowt to do with us.’