23
Saxon
‘We need to talk. Alone.’ I shove past Manny to get to the shed. The sandbag still hangs from the last session with Kerina. I give it a thump on the way past.
‘What’s up with you, Saxon?’
‘We’ve got a problem.’ I pick up the shovel and lean against it. ‘Did you know Rudolph had a sister?’
I continue when Manny doesn’t respond. ‘Shianne. She was younger than him and she got taken—’
‘Taken? What do yer mean taken?’
‘Just shut up and let me finish! She was taken for a reason, and Rudolph hasn’t seen her since. Manny, she was Okodee.’
‘That’s rubbish. There ain’t no such thing.’
‘Why would Rudolph make up such a story?’
Manny shrugs. ‘Most of his tales are made up, Saxon. He only told them to entertain us. Besides, the old man’s been losing it for years.’
‘Well, that isn’t
