CHAPTER 35
THE POLICE ALLOWED Blake and me to be present as they ripped the lorry apart. They’d retrieved it from the dark corner of Jeff’s warehouse and transferred it to their own brightly lit workshop before they started. Oh, and when I told Detective Box that Roger wasn’t anything to do with Antonio, he proudly handed the bloody rabbit over without removing his stuffing.
“Seems a shame to take the fella into custody. You can take him home and get him a lettuce leaf.”
“Thanks.” Hurrah.
I didn’t shed a tear as they stripped the horsebox down, panel by panel. That box had once represented my hopes and dreams, but then it came to symbolise my nightmares. It had turned into a prison on wheels.
“Got something, boss,” one of the men called out.
I peered into the back as they peeled away
