21“The police called me in for questioning,” said Mat. “They had me in there for hours, on and on with the same damned questions. By the time they'd finished I was so wound up that when I finally got home, I couldn't get to sleep. I feel like a bag of shite.”
“You look it.”
“Thanks!”
Mat had met Jed after school and they were now walking home. Jed, unsteady, eyes red-rimmed, was haunted by the previous night, and now there was Mat, sporting his own haunted look.
They walked up Saint Hilary's Brow, taking the long way home. Mat's words ate away the minutes and then, he produced a crumpled and creased photograph. When Jed stared down at the face, he stopped.
“That's Ellen Willis's boyfriend.” Jed frowned into Mat's face. “Sullivan showed me this, so what are you doing with it? Did Sulli
