Back The Friend
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Acknowledgements
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

‘Come on, come on!’ He spoke at the phone but lashed out at the television that was still showing the same footage on a loop in Glenn’s living room. It was back to the point where it showed him lingering on the threshold, where he had first seen Danny Evans. He felt like screaming at the image, at himself: Turn around! Don’t! But all he could do was turn it off. Now the television showed the live version of himself as a reflection. His eyes were wide and panicked, his mouth hanging open ready to shoot with words the moment the damned phone was answered. And, just over his shoulder, he could see his best mate slumped over in his favourite chair while his blood dripped a rhythm into the carpet.

‘Dad?’ Colin said as he answered the phone, instantly sounding a combination of hassled and bored.

‘Colin! Thomas, where is he? Where’s Thomas, Colin? I need you to check!’

‘Jesus, Dad, what’s the matter with you?’

‘Where is he? You need to call his school! Call his school, do it now and make sure he’s OK. I can wait.’

‘Call the … Dad, he’s here, OK! He’s right here, helping me with the classic. His dorm’s sorted but his term doesn’t start again until the middle of the week so I thought, you know, after what you said, I thought maybe—’

‘He’s there! He’s there with you now and he’s safe?’

‘What the hell is going on, Dad? You sound stressed out?’

‘No … I’m OK … Sorry, Colin, bad dream …’ Richard broke off to catch a sob before it could escape down the phone. ‘Look after the boy, OK?’ It was all he could manage before cutting the call. His whole body slumped, like the tension had been the only thing holding him upright. He had to catch himself on his elbows for fear of collapsing to the carpet. It took all his strength just to get back to sitting up. He picked up the black folder again, opening it back to the page where his grandson’s name appeared. He held it on his lap, screwing the page to turn it with one hand. The next read:

LEAVE NOW. TOUCH NOTHING.

YOU COMMITTED MURDER. THE FOOTAGE YOU CAN SEE WILL PUT YOU IN PRISON FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL LIFE. THAT LEAVES ME OUT HERE WITH ONLY THOMAS TO ANSWER FOR YOUR LOOSE TONGUE.

THIS IS HOW YOU STAY FREE. THIS IS HOW YOU KEEP THOMAS SAFE.

LEAVE AND NEVER SPEAK OF THIS TO ANYONE AGAIN.