Chapter 25
Dad usually worked late Tuesdays, and Shane was barred from going to cadets as part of his grounding, so he wasn’t too surprised to walk out of the main school gate to find Jason’s battered car haphazardly parked outside.
“Hey brat,” Jason said cheerfully from his position sprawled on the bonnet. “Change of scenery for you. My boiler’s tarted up and I need you and your skinny fingers to come and help me fix it.”
“‘Kay,” Shane mumbled, throwing his bag into the passenger seat.
“That’s what we’ll tell Dad.”
Shane blinked. “What?”
Jason slid down off the bonnet and half-smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Look, you’ve been moping about like someone killed your puppy ever since…”
He trailed off. Shane kicked one of his tyres and didn’t bother to finish the sentence fo
