‘I did the right thing?’
‘Yeah, Malcolm, you did the right thing.’
‘I don’t know…’ Hunching forward, he rubbed at the fine hair on his head as if massaging shampoo into his scalp. ‘Christ.’
Malcolm’s life is on the line. He’s fled his master’s criminal empire, taking enough evidence to bring it crashing down. Now he needs all the help the law can offer. But even then, will it be enough to guarantee his safety?
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.
Peter’s in charge of a refuse collection site on the edge of town. He suspects something’s not right about the pair of men who regularly drop off several small boxes last thing on a Friday.
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.