Red stood at the foot of the police station steps in the unrelenting rain. Lightning crackled over the rooftops of the town and thunder rolled and reverberated in the valley. He paced up and down on the pavement, then stared at the double doors of the entrance. His resolve had carried him this far and now, faced with the most critical decision of his life, he began to have doubts.
Was he prepared to go on trial for murder? Could he cope with a very long sentence in borstal and, after he became eighteen, in an adult jail? His parents might be dead before he was released. The world would forget him entirely. And what would he say about Mouth and Brock? If he gave their names would they be arrested too? Mouth might get away with it; a bad reputation might even be useful to him. But Brock"s f
