UNAWARE OF WHAT HIS friend had heard and seen on the news, and of the thoughts that were flying around his friend’s mind as a result, Jez stirred in the spare bedroom. At first, he didn’t know what it was that had disturbed his sleep, he put it down to anxiousness over his situation, but then he picked out the quiet noise of the television coming from downstairs.
The voices were indistinct, little more than the distant drone of bees, and though he strained his ears he couldn’t make out what was being said. He didn’t suppose it mattered, what did was that the noise meant Ryan was up, and he should be too if he wanted to be at the bank when it opened, so he could beat the police and get his money.
Reluctantly, he threw back the covers and got out of bed. He pulled on his clothes, the same
