Bevan didn’t hear from Jack, but he also didn’t hear from anybody else about him, so he didn’t worry. He figured that his mate was probably just wagging school and staying out of his mum’s way; he also figured that she was probably prone to exaggeration—all mums were. Especially Jack’s. The rest of the week …

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The next fortnight was weird. Jack didn’t turn up to school or anywhere, and it was strange, almost empty without his spirited temper around the place; but it was also peaceful. Rick didn’t turn up for the first week, deciding that it would be better to try and get over his injuries, a little bit …

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The morning didn’t even cause Bevan to stir; it was more the fact that his dad came in to wake him up at about midday. Knocking gently on the door, Bevan’s dad got no response. So he knocked harder. And then harder. Then he banged. He was never one to just march into his kids’ …

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The morning startled Rick back into existence, and once he’d woken up he wished he could die. He was in an enormous amount of pain. Ditching his bike and the subsequent discomfort it had caused him had turned out to be a good thing. When confronted, he had merely stated that he’d been mugged for …

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Late that same night, Jack jumped off his bike down near the river, in the light of the pale moon. It was quiet and still. An owl mopoked gently in the far-off dimness, and it was only by virtue of the hills around him that he could hear it echoing throughout the valley. Ditching his …

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