"There’s a camouflaged pit by the bridge in Three Springs. Like an old war bunker type thing. No-one ever goes there."
"How do you know that?"
"Every morning during my jog. Not a f*****g peep."
Ben looked Xander right in the eyes. He didn’t flinch or squint. His best friend was desperate. It would take a lifetime of convincing for Ben to agree, but time was obviously of the essence.
"You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?"
"Believe me," Xander said, taking a fresh pair of gloves from the kitchen counter. "The past forty-five minutes have gone so quick, yet so slow. I’ve had all the time in the world to think it through."
Xander threw the gloves into Ben’s hands.
Ben slipped the gloves on, one-by-one. "You don’t just owe me one, you know."
"I know."
"You owe me several." Ben tur
