The vehicle approaches the waste-to-energy container and the scoop hits the mound of bin-liners that have built up in one corner. Plastic bursts and the shrivelled remains of carrots and potatoes tumble out. The bucket lifts and drops again, sending a chicken carcass scurrying down the slope. It comes to rest behind a fading bunch of carnations, as if it’s hiding there.
Peter’s in charge of a refuse collection site on the edge of town. A stickler for the rules, he suspects something’s not right about the pair of men who regularly drop off several small boxes last thing on a Friday. His friend, an ex-policeman, tells him not to get involved. But doing nothing is simply not in Peter’s nature.
The incessant sound finally forced his eyes open. There it was, sitting on the breezeblock beside the mattress. Tick tock, tick tock. Round-faced pain in the arse.
Malcolm’s life is on the line. He’s fled his master’s criminal empire, taking enough evidence to bring it crashing down.
The curries being served in Baba’s Bites are suddenly out-of-this-world. But then Rick finds a tightly-folded piece of paper hidden in one of his meals.
So begins the heartless quest of a con-man. But as his cruel plan unfolds, a lot more than money is soon at stake.