Eight
Malcolm turned the van onto the highway and headed in the direction of the city. George played a game on his iPhone. Toby stared ahead. He was pretty sure they had killed Kieran and wondered why they were taking him with them.
He looked at Malcolm out of the corner of his eye. Malcolm was concentrating on the road. He took a quick look at George and noticed how small the iPhone looked in his big hands.
‘Where are we going?’ Toby asked.
‘Relax, kid. We’re taking you home,’ said Malcolm, without clarifying that he meant his home and not Toby’s.
Some holiday, thought Toby. Six hours in a van. Three going to the Riverland and then another three going straight back to the city.
Malcolm turned on the radio and they listened to a program discussing the design of the modern city on Rad
