Chapter 34
Someone was banging on the door. Matt clutched for his happy dream.
‘Rise and shine.’ Drake’s voice came into the bedroom. ‘I need a favour.’
Matt dragged the pillow over his head and made a rude gesture. His mind ran over last night’s events, struggling at first to separate fact from fiction. What he needed was time to make sense of it, but Drake kept talking, his words relentless – hunting Matt into the new day.
‘Give me a minute,’ said Matt with a groan.
‘I don’t have a minute.’ Drake’s tone was far too cheerful for so early in the morning.
Matt sat up, scratched his head and glared at Drake. The whistling kettle lured him into the kitchen. Cardboard boxes stood stacked by the door.
‘How-to-vote cards,’ said Drake. ‘It’s election day.’
Matt vaguely remembered Drake te
