CHAPTER 2
'Hi Mum,' Benny called as he walked in the front door, panting and sweating from his long walk in the afternoon heat.
He went over to the photo on the mantelpiece, next to the plain wooden box with the words 'Linda May Goodchild' inscribed on it. The girl in the photo was young, as young as the girl on the bus, but curvier, in a mini-skirt and low cut top, light brown curls tumbling to her shoulders. She was standing on a sand dune, the ocean in the background, head tilted and smiling at the camera as if it were her best friend. She looked like a model out of a magazine. He picked up the photo and kissed it.
'Did you have a good day?'
Of course, he knew she didn't have a good day. She was a pile of ashes in the box beside the photo. At least her body was. Even though he had
