Chapter Forty
Trent picked up the newspaper and scanned the story on the front page through the plastic wrapping. There was a picture of him sitting on the bus. His appearance was described as unkempt. He scratched his armpit. He’d hadn’t thought about there being a security camera on the bus. He’d only wanted to get out of the area as quickly as he could when he’d discovered someone had taken his bike, and catching the bus had made sense at the time. Staring at the picture, he told himself walking back to where he’d left the van would have been a better idea. Too late, now he thought.
He looked up and down the street. There was no-one about. He dropped the newspaper back onto the driveway he’d picked it up from and continued walking along the footpath.
When he got back to the house, he
