46
‘What the hell time do you call this?’ Kay said, sounding tired and irate at the same time. ‘Can’t it wait until the morning, Slim?’
Slim looked at his watch, but his watch was gone, perhaps left in his room. It was dark, but a clear sky and near full moon illuminated the distant mound of Bodmin Moor, a spectral sea rising up along the horizon, the lumpy tors lost and abandoned boats lifted on its wake.
He didn’t remember how it had come to be night. It didn’t matter.
‘Kay. It’s about that video I sent you. I need to clarify a few things.’
‘Now? I was in the middle of something.’
‘Look, I’m sorry. It won’t take a minute. I just need to know why you found it creepy. It’s a video of a family, isn’t it? A girl, an old man, a mother in a wheelchair, a child. Right?’
‘Jesus, how much
